I'm... [ Squints, trying to do the calculation in his head ] Older. Old enough that I call myself a kid when I remember you and I butting heads in court.
[ Smirks a little ]
Alright. I can tell you're uncomfortable. I let you get back to what you were doin'. Wake me when I'm sober.
[ Streeetches out a little on the couch, which is apparently his now, sighing into the cushions before burying his face into the crook of the arm. He's not gone yet, listening to the sounds of the apartment. He'll be out soon, though, even if his mind numbly tries to fumble with the logic of what this all means ]