Francis enjoyed his drink and then glanced over. "We're you trying to hide it? Yeah. You look like a miserable man just trying to survive another day!"

He cleared a third of his mug in a couple of swallows before resting it on the bar so it wouldn't be gone too fast and gave a satisfied sigh.

"Yeah? I like storms but then I get sick from them sometimes. They remind me of nice times. Sorry you hadn't slept well. Maybe your worries are keeping you up. Hopefully a lot of drinking will help."

He gave him a smile. "You're on your way. I was once worried about things like where my next meal was coming from and the future. Now I have no worries at all." He downed more of his drink.