He still manages to fight it back, even with the consolations. Just because it feels so wrong and foreign and unhinged coming out of him, like he's finally devolved from the man that had some tiny pretense of holding it all together.

Though he knows he lost that long ago.

He lears his throat. "Ain't a fool for this. That's just... incidental." He mutters as he tries to scrub the last of the wetness from weathered cheeks. "Ever'thin' else, though. Ever'thin' else I'm real foolish at."