"I'll be a lot better on Monday, when this is fucking over," he says a little too firmly, almost grimly, but he reaches up with one hand and closes it over Hobbes's, squeezing. "Chris and Lennox found her in the kitchen, brought her in. They've been keeping her hydrated. They say that's all they can do."

He keeps Hobbes's hand and his threaded but looks up at Chris, remembering stumbling back to the Compound with him, trying to make him believe that he wasn't being replaced. Suddenly he feels awkward in addition to terrified. Please, I love him... and I love you too, you know that.