[He adjusts his glasses (yes, one lens is still cracked to hell), as if 'you look alright yourself' was maybe just gentle teasing, and that maybe he should straighten himself up, try to look less frayed.]

Unless you turn into a Kaiju and eat me, there's no downhill. Trust me.

Besides, we're in the same club. See? I've even got a membership ring.

[He holds up his fist in solidarity, showing the gaudy silver skull ring on his pinky.]