He nods and walks with his partner to grab one of the best bottles of booze they can get from the ship and head back to his room. He lets Mick lead and drops onto the bed once they're in the room, uncapping the whiskey and handing it to Mick.

"Yeah." His voice is quieter than he meant it to be. Probably for the best. Less chance of any shaking to sound if he's barely speaking above a whisper. "I heard." He doesn't know how to process it, either.