[The way Jeff laughs is more a surprised rumble and tremble of the shoulders than anything else, and he picks up the bottle he's just put down to take another bracing drink.]

Point is - it's supposed to be rowdy, but this guy was out to kill. Managed to save the eye, then I almost lost vision in it. Changes your outlook, you know.

[It's honestly the most he's told anyone about it at once - not because of embarrassment at his past, but just because sharing anything always feels like oversharing. There's a comfort in sharing a bottle by the fire that makes it easier.]