"Nah, nothing can hurt me," he snorts and takes another sip of the coffee. It's scalding hot and as it hits the back of his throat he grimaces. It's burnt, too. But in actuality the gunshot had hurt like hell and when he's not focused on his brother, he's sure he can feel the searing pain in his chest. He doesn't want to worry Ben.

"But never you mind, I've felt much worse in my time. Like the absolute heartbreak over Bitter Biker Betty out there not wanting me to come around anymore. Joke's on her, I'm dead as a doornail this time, Benny-boy. But better me than one of the others, I guess."

Dying doesn't scare him, really. Not if it looks like this in the end. It's not been long since Ben truly left but hearing his voice even on the air around him feels a little more like normalcy, a little more like home. "Now I can haunt you for not saying goodbye. Even steven."