Hey you got that right, buddy, that's for sure. [Said with a wheezing laugh that'd go alongside the same grip he passed off on their last reunion, but things being what they are, well...it's significantly harder to manage, and Finn settles for the sharp flick of white when he grins, eyes closing for a beat or two. Better than fighting the urge to keep them open, even if current company was more than worth it.

He'll stagger his exhaustion: one second of rest, to draw out minutes later.] Just gimme a few months to figure out how to walk again and I'll be running this place in no time.

No big deal, right?