Herbert makes a dry, almost barking sound which is only identified as a laugh in context. "What does that even mean? I guess. It doesn't matter now, anyway, I have more important things to worry about."

It's funny, how easily those words used to roll off his tongue, how simple it seemed to shove everything down and pretend like it really didn't matter. He's not sure why, now, particularly, but he feels like one big, raw, exposed nerve, and it feels like he's capable of hiding nothing. He wouldn't normally say any of this to someone he hardly knows, like Kurloz, but it's all just come tumbling embarrassingly out.