The trick was going to be to, well, trick them all into it, see. He and Malcolm had it all worked out. And then Mathias happened and it stole all his will for it, for the time being.

"Probably not," he mutters sadly, but a smirk takes over a second later. "But you got awhile to catch up to me, my liver's been in this race for over half my life, buddy." He winks and sits at the cup in front of him.

He recognizes the antsy movement, he's prone to it himself. "Wanna go for a walk?" They could walk and talk at the same time, and movement was better than inactivity at times, even if the movement didn't have much in way of a purpose.