[He would roll his eyes if he had them; instead, he just helped Jim help him up and flopped into the chair unceremoniously, putting a hand over his face.] Fuck this shit, man, I'm not an invalid. [Not to say he wasn't grateful; he just wanted to prove to Jim that he wasn't some kind of dumbass blind cripple.] I can usually get around all right without the stupid thing, but - [The house was newer, he never wandered around it blind, he kept hearing people...] It's harder here. ...Thanks, though. I'm good. [A weak grin,] But if you're up, go play wife and get me another beer.