"Man," Miniver drawls back, "I don't know how to be good to you, or to that kid my brother made, or to yours, or to mine. You know how many times I've broken them? You know how fucken PISSED they've been at me for shit even you probably wouldn't care about unless you were having a crappy day and decided me being me was good enough reason to go break some shit?"
He shakes his head and slides his hand over Skwisgaar's. "There's only one person in this life I've ever done good by, and that's Pickles. We got it, man, like we always have, but that's all we got sometimes. Maybe it'd be enough if we never showed up here and found all these other people who matter too... but we did. I don't know if he cares... he's like that, sometimes... I do, though." He looks into Skwisgaar's face finally, smiling a little. "And stop the eloquent flattery. If you want to know what's in me, go look in that bottle over there."