“I sleep in the chair now. Better for my back. If I crawled inna bed, might never get back out.” He shuffles towards the kitchen, his slippers whispering against carpet.
“Need help?” asks Joe.
“M’alright Joe, you worry ’bout yerself.”
The Kid leans over and says, too loudly, “This is the guy?”
“Shut up.” Joe doesn’t take his eyes off the old man, and tries to ignore the heavy sadness in his chest. Once, when he was a kid, he watched Mister Unbelievable throw a house at a meteor. Now, he’s watching his hero struggle to lift the water jug.