He huffed and pulled her away from that, "Leaves it." He tugged her back to the couch and sat down, "Goes on. Whats is else." There had to be something else, something that explained how he could have gotten it.
He didn't factor in the decades of fairly sedentary living, the drugs, the smoking, or even the fact that his family (which he'd LONG since disowned) had a history of it.
And he suddenly felt a pang of guilt for blowing up in front of her.