"You've been talking to the Demon King." He gives a bark of laughter, "I hope he's not talking me up right now when I'm a goddamn disaster after last month. But yeah, that's me."

He runs his hand through his hair, smoothing it back from where a few chunks had fallen into his face, "Oh, uh. If I get all up in my head I'll just sit in one place and stare at walls for days. Lose track of time. It's uhm, precursor to something worse. Which is why I'm out and about and bringing snacks to stoners. Protect and serve."

There's an attempt at a smile there.