"No. Taylor's already given me the rundown on them. Nothing broken, nothing hurt. Just bruises." He closes his eyes and leans against him.

He just wants this. Wants comfort. Wants to be able to talk about what happened without feeling hideously guilty about it.

"I - was chased by Hickey as a big white bear. Then had to talk to - to Dane." And his voice is weak. "Who was kind enough to tell me that I was fucking everyone up and will just leave everyone behind and kill them, too."

He sucks in a breath. "And then - then I went to find Taylor and stripped away every piece of myself that wasn't necessary for survival."