[Sharky chews his lip, which is an obvious giveaway, but he's not planning on keeping it a secret. He just didn't want to drop it on Pratt with no warning.]

He... did, yeah. [Sharky heaves a sigh and drops his head to the table with a dull thud, which he repeats a few times out of frustration before slumping back in his seat and groaning in irritation.] Honestly, dude, fucking sucked. Fuckin' hate that guy. But no, of course he fuckin' made it, because life ain't goddamn fair. He got capped in the end, though. Definitely know he got shot. Or like, died of a broken heart. [EYEROLL. The derision is obvious and unyielding here. Fuck that guy!] It was a whole fuckin' mess, man. But he is definitely dead now.