Passing Irene on the way out with his beer he quickly realizes he failed to offer to get anyone else one.  He apologizes to Irene as he passes her, "Oh I am sorry.  What a jerk I was.  If you ever need anything just yell at me, please."   He flashes a smile as he heads back out to the patio.  He would have offered to cook, but his skills in that area involve grilled cheese and soups from a can.  Anything else he touches seems to burn.<br/><br/>Taking a seat he decides slowing down a bit and not trying to fit in with everyone so fast.  With that in mind he slowly begins to relax looking out over the tree tops.  Closing his eye briefly he can feel the stress from the last several months fade away.