He’s soaking in the smoke like a parched pot plant, still drooped but reinvigorated, ready to give life another week or two after having half a cup of stale coffee splashed onto the soil.

“Oh, yes.”

No hesitation, past the moment it takes him to replay the question for himself.

“No problem at all."

Smoke spools idle through his fingers. He should really like to find something to eat first, and maybe a nap, but this boy looks so sad already.

"Right now?"