Grif spreads his arms in a demonstration of bodily okayness. "Yeah, I guess. I think we did pretty good for meeting literal death?" He doesn't chase after Robbie self-deprecating about... things. Because now he knows what some of those things are, and it's way out of his league friendshipwise.

"But if you find me laying somewhere and I don't move for a week, don't worry. I'm just gonna be asleep."