"Oh, I've been ready ages ago! In fact the excitement's already finished brewin' in my bones, and those take years. Years and years and years of preparation, haha!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air. Graham did a little jog as he approached Jacuzzi, walking with him.
"Obviously you'd think I was your responsibility, but it's actually the other way round! Pretty nifty, right? I declare you my responsibility, so I really hope that you won't argue. Might end up in a terrible place, and without the money too. Not that money is the key to everything, of course, it's just a really nice way to pass the time. And to keep a nice place over your head and to not die of starvation. Yep, yep, just what we need."
He placed his arms behind his back.
Now Jacuzzi always had this air of being his own responsibility to Graham. Or rather, he only realized it now. When they had first met he was nothing more than redemption and a brave soul, but right now he was that same brave soul. He just probably needed a little boost. And that boost was going to be of Graham's doing, of course. While he didn't question the kid's ability to stay alive in a knife fight (though that didn't necessarily mean testing it on him right here and then), he did kind of question his ability to stay calm under threat. Which, actually, Graham wasn't that good at either. He just got another kind of excitement.
"So when people like us get readier than ready, they should start finding a place to blow a fuse, or else the whole bomb'll explode. Okay, okay, I think I'm being cruel with the really bad bomb jokes."
Of course they weren't even jokes at all...
"But if your little business does a little better than you expected, or hell, much better than you expected, then feel free to ask for my services. Need any help right now?"
And with that he bent down with a questioning expression, ready to catch the box just in case it fell. Or if he made it fall, of  course.