[Wolfwood just laughs and laughs at that, even if the pressure in his ribs makes him want flip a table; he just holds Noah closer, the weight and body heat of his son enough to ground him in reality. He couldn't afford to let this overwhelm him. It is what it is. He'll think too much tonight and maybe drink a little but not enough to get drunk, not when Noah would need him.]
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Vash the hobo has a great ring to it, though?