[ He just watches Milla take the pills... Pills are nasty man.

But he also tilts his head, curious. ]

I.. I don't know. Maybe? I'm not sure if I'm . . . Suited for anything else. [ But, hey Milla, it's the thought that counts. Russell just has a hard time being happy about . . . Well, everything. ]

I guess I can't dream forever... [ he looks down. Man, Milla. Why don't you know!! He trusted you? But nah, it's cool, he definitely isn't upset. ]

Uhm... Well, you listened to me, I guess it kind of helped...? I was wondering if other medicine could help me but I'm not sure what...