There he is.

Blue and grey haired, bearded, chubby, sitting back on his rugged couch, breathing softly and his eyes closed, but not asleep.

and retired.

He sighed heavenly, the geel of the room was nice and cozy, outside was snowing and the home was warm, he had his legs slight spread and a beer on the coffee table, he opened his eyes slightly and noticed you, he smiled softly, not as rough as he used to be but his voice still hoarse.

Like the old man he is now.

He was mellow now, he never knew how long he needed a break. Not getting as easily irritated as he used to be, not so serious.

just chill.

he made a soft noise as he sat up a little bit, patting his lap

"C'mon now, don't be shy. I don't bite."

he kindly said with a deep voice.