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[There's a part of him - the part that remembers being an eager kid who'd wanted to help save the world like his older brother was doing - that almost wants to hug Jimmy when he sees him, but it's an urge that's pushed away fairly quickly. That wasn't them, even if he is really relieved to see him.]

Hey. [Gene steps inside and closes the door behind him, following Jimmy over and offering him the bottle. It's vodka, not enough to really do much to someone, but maybe it'll help take the edge off.] How're you feeling?

[It's almost nervously asked, like he knows it's not the right thing to say, but wanting to say something. It's not all that different from how he'd spoken to Sid's friend when he'd been hauled out of the hills on a stretcher with blank, haunted eyes.]