That'd be pretty nice. I'd probably fit in with all the skulls.

[So many skulls. He doesn't really smile at the contact, heaving out a soft sigh.]

Y-yeah. I hope so.

[He knows the trouble between Ruby and Fern hasn't really gotten any better- and he hasn't even had a chance to broach anything with Fern yet. Everything keeps falling apart, and he sure as hell can't say anything while the guy doesn't even remember him. So he's stuck in this weird, emotional limbo, not knowing how to feel about anything.]

Sounds like a good plan. Optimism first, casual violence second.