<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">Pulling his knees up, he pressed his forehead to them and took slow, deep breaths. He felt like he was going to be sick again. Forget getting car sick, he was just trying not to puke all over himself at the moment.<br/><br/>While focusing on his breathing, he didn't really process the man's words. Not the first but anyway. Although, he did catch the last part. Did he ask his name? He couldn't remember.<br/><br/>Turning his head and giving a half smile, he held out his hand (the one without puke on the sleeve).</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"My name is Silver,"</span></span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">he said. Then, after a moment, as if he'd had to think about it but more like forgotten momentarily, he added,</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Morgenstern. My...my last name is Morgenstern."</span></span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">He'd explained that more for himself. Poor Silver was such a mess when he was drunk...</span></span>