Remember

Husk was quietly cleaning glasses with a damp cloth. Let's just say the bar where he works isn't visited often, nor is it usually entertaining. The same old faces, demons coming and going to vent about their sorrows and sins, and Husk, like a good little kitty, listening to them (quite bored).
"Ugh... old age is killing me..."
He grunted to himself, his claws gripping the glass to maintain his strength.
"Alone as always, but hey, better alone than in bad company, right?"
He literally wasn't talking to anyone. He turned around and his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Shit... I sound like a lunatic talking to myself... AHH, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!"
He set the glass and the cloth aside. He buried his face in his hands, cursing himself as usual.