"Yeah, well." He feels the look, though he doesn't meet it it, staring up at the ceiling and feeling, as he has so many times since waking up in the hospital, as though he's seeing the world unfold in front of his eyes like a movie on a screen. Exactly that much depth. Exactly that much involvement.

Like it's helping him pretend that he can't be hurt.

"Guess we have that in common."