[ he chuckles. the sound is rusty. ]

Hard to say. My head ain't on straight.

[ he's already halfway in the process of reaching for his cigars, then maybe he rethinks it and reaches for that cup instead. small concessions. ]

It's easy to be mad as hell. Whatever happened to him then, he ain't right now. [ he fills the teacup and sets the kettle back down, straightening up a little so it's easier to drink. ] Everything else is clear as mud.