HE doesn't want to move- but he doesn't want to be here with Malcolm right now either. Doesn't want Carolina murmuring soft, kind, comforting things in the back of his head like she can change anything that's happened. Like she can fix this, fix him. The migraine is pounding behind his bad eye again and- he sits up. Drags himself off the cot and staggers away, works at the plating of his suit. He needs it off. He needs a drink.