"How tired is tired enough?" He asked softly, more to himself, and gave a weak smile towards the young man, "I suppose that everyone has their own levels of what they can cope with, what sort of emotional strain they can undergo before they snap. I wonder if being mad is like being dead? Offers the same sort of rest? Or maybe it's more exhausting." He shrugged again and took another swallow of coffee, this blend too bitter to be chugged down as he normally would.
"Thanks. It'd probably be cheaper for you in the long run anyway." He joked, "After all, lawyers don't seem to be the most inexpensive of hired help."