Poison makes a somewhat helpless gesture. He's in a light, long-sleeved shirt. Under the blanket he's wearing pajama bottoms.

"Yeah, I want to know if you're okay. Of course I do."

He wants to be mad. He wants to scream. He's trying so hard to just-- to be okay with this, like he said he would be, and he doesn't know how to do that. But he's trying.