A laugh escaped him and he shook his head, trying to brush off as much soil from his jacket as he could. “Apparently so. Gotta admit, that was a little too close for my liking.” he replied. Although the temptation to snap back with a defensive comment about how he totally had it under control, he wasn’t about to lie. “It’s this old back of mine, man. Fucked it up in Pasadena four years ago. Rough times. But how’ve you been?”