"Thank you." March has said thanks and means it, mark it on your calendar. He gives a huge, elaborate, over-the-top sigh, the kind that shakes his whole shoulders, and presses his thumb onto the top of the bridge of his nose. He feels like he's just climbed mount everest, having this discussion. It's a checklist of things he avoids: feelings, vulnerability, being a good person. All very gross, thank you.

"You wanna ditch the bear hunting and get drunk?"