[Yeah Seymour is very well aware of the terrible things right now.

Seymour is silence as he listens to Hans, only stopping to take some sips of his wine.]

At least you have somewhere to go.

[... Okay a little dark there.]

God, I'm... I'm really sorry about that, Hans. I guess I know a little about what it's like to have family constantly tell you you're useless, but god, to have your blood family think your terrible...

It sounds horrible.