"'s'Irish," he leaned forward, folding an arm atop the table, his other going into his lap. Resting his chin on his arm, he half growled-half groaned, somewhat shaking his head, "see? y'can't read it. doesn't matter. 's'Irish."
He huffed, "fuck Superman." he brought his arm up from his lap, and reached back to rub at the back of his neck, "'m'not a superhero anyway."
Frowning, his brows furrowing, he buried his face, all the way up to his eyes, in the crook of his elbow. He quietly stared ahead as Ana refilled her glass. Blinking, he gave a gentle shake of his head, averting his glare-y gaze to the side.
"keep having dreams.. " he lifted his face back up to rest his chin on his arm again, "nightmares...'m'fuckin exhausted, yeah?" he looked back up at Ana. He looked away again, straightening back up to bring his hands up to drag over his face as he sat back again, "Namah said she could help. I--I agreed. Without thinking--I.. I agreed. Without knowing, I agreed.."