Martin draws in a sharp breath at the touch. In his head, he's screaming at himself to be less obvious. He's lied before he can lie. It's not even that hard. But he just can't bring himself to put on a brave face right now.

"I can show you where he died. He's on a loop. I've been watching it happen. I thought maybe I could break him out of it, you know? It's why I was bringing him tea. I thought it could help him... maybe put his-his spirit to rest.

"It's pretty stupid." And incredibly unhealthy, but that's another matter.