“Yeah, me… fucking … too .. man.” He moves his hand toward the offered hand and just, well, kind of reluctantly holds the fingers in a soft shake. Normally (because he’s just so accustomed to talking to bones) he would probably avoid a handshake, the formality just too ridiculous in his day and age but he somehow can’t avoid the desire to give the bones another try. Once he gets his shake he pulls his hand back with a firm grimace to his face. “Yeah, okay, yes..” The loss of his goddamned sanity.

“So uh..” He waits a moment, pulls his chin down to his chest and looks up at the skeleton as if he’s got heartburn, or vomit, he’s fighting back before he straightens his head again. “What’s all going on here?” He gestured to the other.