[Pratt has never been happier to hear Sharky start talking and just.. never stop. Normally he tunes him out by the time he starts talking about burning things or the latest episode of Game of Thrones, but this time he's actually listening. It's something for him to focus on that is both familiar and not fucked up.

Who knew that it would be Sharky of all people that would be a reassuring and calming presence.]

Yeah maybe I should skip the alcohol for now. Last time I was drunk I tried to fight someone in the parking lot of a movie theater in Missoula. Now I'd probably just kill them.

Hard pass.

[If he never kills anyone ever again it'll be too soon. So for now he trudges along next to Sharky but he stops on the threshold of the buffet as soon as they arrive. Now he's a believer. He has absolutely died, and this is some sort of pseuso-ghost heaven because holy shit? That is so much food. And it's free?

The aroma of mashed potatoes and gravy have him practically floating to where the plates are gathering one up and starting to go down the line of the buffet.

This is where Jacob or someone with any sense would warn him that he's about to eat so much he pukes because he's been starved for so long. And this is also where he would tell them to shove it because he doesn't care. ]

I think I'm gonna like being dead.

[For him that's almost like being well-adjusted!]