He holds onto Carver. He cries like a fucking child.

Stop it, he hears his father say. Pull yourself together, that's Pope, with a threat in his voice. So Bossie does. He doesn't want to burn.

"I'm okay," he whimpers, not really okay at all and he knows Carver will hear that. So he holds onto him and he breathes with him. In, and out. Four counts and his mind scrambling.

Finally he breathes evenly. "You- sorry, sir. You said you have a place? Food?"