"Felt like if I tried ta reassure her, it would't work either..." Joker flicks his thumb against wood and opal. If he can't do that, he has no idea what else to say. It feels like things have really gone south, and he doesn't know how to turn the boat back around to north.

Ginko's question diverts his mind from that particular path of thought, and he blinks over at him. "...I remember cryin' and thinkin' ya had really good shoulders, but that's about it." That alcohol was a menace to society, honestly.