Both good points. Rosinante dips his head and runs a hand through his hair, then sighs. "Been here too long, trying to hold it together. Thanks for the wakeup call."

He turns and leans his back against the hull, rubbing his hands together to warm them up, then lights a cigarette. "This place is frustrating as hell sometimes. I kinda lost my head."

And he's willing to admit that now more readily than before, so that's something.