"Heh, you're doin' better than a lot of the old guys I've met along the way." Mostly hunters, but old as fuck for their occupation nonetheless. This guy was comfortable, at least, sitting like a king with his snacks in a bar. The others he'd known, they were alive, sure, but it was all about the job. Just living to see if someone could finally put them down.

"Anyway, I don't think you need a beer. I don't think your clothes can stretch anymore."