You know, I can't remember the last time I took a piss in the woods. Yet there I was, this morning, watering the wildflowers.

[He rambles because it's something to say other than worrying about himself, because he hasn't set foot inside House 32 in what feels like a century when the pain feels scarcely a day old.]

I never went camping with my father.

[Then... a thought. He strangles it out audibly.] Kim did. Scotch and toothpaste...