[He's in bed, still in the t-shirt and sweatpants he slept in. Zitka might be tucked under the covers with him somewhere, and he's hugging one of the pillows to his chest.]
Don't know. [Saying it feels like there's an open bullet wound in my chest like the time your counterpart shot me seemed unpleasant.]
[Spammm]
Don't know. [Saying it feels like there's an open bullet wound in my chest like the time your counterpart shot me seemed unpleasant.]