Yeah, it's, ah, I mean, it's a little worn but it's got some good bones, it looks like...

[And immediately, he regrets using that word. How many skeletons are littered out there in the trees, unseen? How many more will there be in the coming days, months, years? He wants to throw up.]

I'm, um, happy to help. Just direct me anywhere, anytime.

[He needs the distraction. Without it, he thinks about all sorts of things that he wishes he wouldn't.]