[The old man nods. He's making a list in his head. Cigarettes, hair dye, shaving cream, more Jack Daniels...condoms. Take it, Dimick. You pulled the trigger. You chose this man. And goddamn this isn't worth it to ruin everything you've got.

Like a tough guy he's trying to hide his own wounds, knowing that emoting has already threatened their open honesty.]

You're welcome.

[It feels funny to say.]

I'll head out. Fill up the car and get a few things. If you think of anything we need, lemme know. I'll get it.

[Because going out is something he needs.]