[Wolfwood kindof shrugs his shoulders at that, hands in his pockets as he makes his way in.]

I dunno if you have other people talkin' to you on the same day as me, and I know I would be pissed if somebody randomly walked in on me pourin' my heart out.

[Implying he ever does that, but don't worry we'll get to that.

He slumps into the available chair, exhaling on a world-weary sigh.]

You been doin' okay?

[Is how he chooses to start, mainly to avoid talking about himself for as long as he can get away with.]