[ His answer is the mildest Kanye shrug in all of existence. Look man, it was the end of fucking days, what do you want from him? He used to teach rich sophomores after a trip to Starbucks in his Subaru. He was Not Equipped to cope with that shit in any better way.

But since Nathan's hand is out anyway - even though he's not asking for it, Ian plops the bottle into his open palm. ]

We didn't have beer or coffee back there, either, most of the time. Fridges went out, stores got ripped out of the ground, hard to grow fuckin' coffee beans in the pacific northwest. Plus, all the fucking aliens. So

[ A faux-moment of weighing his options. ]

Yeah, slightly better.