Anyway, I'm told there are outbreaks of both botulism and bordetella in Vermont, and that Massachusetts has issued a very public notice that the CDC suggesting there is no evidence vaccines do not cause autism is highly bullshit.

The beer is room temperature, and there isn't nearly enough to loosen tight lips, but neither complains.

It's a mirror of Samatoki's own problems. Despite efforts to address things up front, Sasara dances around the subject. He has a new joke, one that lands as flat as his mood. Despite the cold gags, he doesn't shy away from the lighter's flame, drawing close only to feed his own destruction.

Sasara sits down beside Samatoki, leaning into the man's side. He takes it as a positive when he is not immediately shoved away and reaches for the pack of cigarettes he can see in Samatoki's pocket.

crossed arms and pursed lips.
Samatoki does not elaborate, barely willing to even acknowledge that there is a problem.
Doesn't he understand how much harder that makes things? How does he expect Sasara to help when he doesn't even know what he needs to fix?
The answer to that is obvious: he doesn't.