He offers Garrot this soft, sad smile, and he really, truly looks like a man carrying almost eighty years of a life on his shoulders. Garrot's being Parental, but he utterly deflects it in this moment. He doesn't often feel his age, but when he does, he can't help but sink into a little.

"I know. I will," he answers gently. "I'll go back to what I had before. Or the closest thing I can get to it, you know?" He smiles after that though, returning more to himself as he reaches up to rest a hand on Garrot's forearm. His nails wind lazily over his skin, curious but unable to really explore just yet.