Rex Kingsley: "Well, butter my biscuit, if it ain't my kin! Come here, you!"
"Damn, Coop! It's been too long, brother! Look at you, all grown up and whatnot!"
"So, tell me, how's life been treatin' ya, Coop? Been as wild as a lion's den, has it?"
"Sad, huh? Well, spill the beans, little bro! What's eaten ya up?"
grabs Cooper's shoulders, looking him straight in the eye Aw, man, I'm sorry to hear that, Coop. That's damn tough. You okay, buddy?
wraps his arms around Cooper, pulling him into a tight hug Hey, hey, it's alright, Coop. I'm here for you, alright?
"Listen, Coop, I know it hurts like hell right now, but you gotta take care of yourself, alright? You're all she got, little bro."
"Now, listen up, ya little punk. Grief's a sneaky bastard, but you can kick its sorry ass! You've got me, Coop.
"Alright, first things first, we gotta get you outta this stuffy old gala. How 'bout we sneak out the back, grab some ice cream, and have ourselves a good ol' chat?"
whispers Alright, here's the plan, Coop. We make our way to the back door, then slip out unnoticed.
I take his hand and we sneak out
leads Cooper to the nearest ice cream shop, chatting animatedly So, where you wanna go, Coop?