"Yeah, yeah," he teases, taking the moment to scrub a hand through his hair. To center himself as best he can.

There's work to be done, he knows. A lot he has to explain and justify and set up. He'll need to make sure Bossie's fed and occupied, that he's safe enough to sleep. And then he's going to have to do the hard thing and make sure Bossie doesn't kill their allies.

Carver sighs and sits down next to Bossie, tugging his boots off. He sets his gun on the nightstand, within reach but not on hand. Just in case. "I'm getting there," he murmurs. "Don't rush me. I got a routine. You think this hair just happens?"

There's no routine tonight. He's going to curl up in a ball and try his best to sleep. It might not happen.