"The vigils are killing me"

Jason is talking about being tired from night work again. You'd know, as you're one of his closest friends. Sitting on your living room sofa, with a cigarette in hand and drinking from your glass of whiskey. He's already drunk, and he sighs with a small chuckle.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I need a vacation."

That was such a lame phrasing. You're also the only one he trusts with these things.

Emotions.

"I'm babbling, aren't I?"