Holding onto his glasses with his middle finger and thumb, he carefully slid them off of his face. Keats continued to feel a harsh pain in his chest, but it was already fading. The joys of being a Half-Life, even though his form was more or less human. He tugged his tails up to wipe the lenses as he nodded absent-mindedly at what was being said, before lifting the glasses up once more to check to see just how dirty they were. Turning them over in his hand, he was content that they should now allow him to see fine and slid them once more up onto his face.

His free hand came to rest over his chest as he took a few experimental breaths. Yes, it seemed like it was over and finally started to speak once more, "That is one way of putting it. Things were going to get worse before they were going to get better." But by the tone that he had, it seemed like Keats would have liked to find out exactly how bad things would get and if he could indeed do anything to stop it from getting worse. He scratched the side of his neck after these words, like he was not worried.

"Anyway, I'm excited to know where it is that we're going. I hope that it will be one where we can have a picnic together. That should help us to get along all well and good, like real coworkers." He leaned a little toward Vegeta to smile wide at him, before returning to his original position -- shoulders slumped and leaning over the bar counter.