"Yea, well... Close enough. Debris, shards of... glass..." He was drifting a little again. He recognized it and tried to focus. It was frustrating, because he was usually articulate and more attentive to the task, whether it be booking a flight or following a conversation.
"Did you know... they had to cut part of my skull open, because my... brain had swollen? It's... amazing what they can do." His large, blue eyes slid her a look over the rim of his latte. "Yes, I was there for the fundraiser... with my wife..."