The Silence of a Sick Old Man

I was hoping he'd say something about that mask I found in the garage. It didn't even get so much as a nod from him, he just kept this empty stare fixed on the wall in front of him. He stayed quiet, but his job began to gently tremble, almost like he was trying to say something, but couldn't. What I said next was basically a lie, I didn't know at 100%, but when I told him, I know it was you. His reaction confirmed it in my head. Even in his condition, he looked filled with regret.