"Stuck?" He looked at him like he barely knew the meaning of the word for a second. "I'm not stuck. I'm fine."

It was damn impossible to convince Miller of that, though, looked like.

"No. I'll be fine by myself. I'll--" Wait. Wasn't he supposed to help people? That's why he came down here, right? To help. Letting Miller leave him wasn't helping. He had to convince people to stay, didn't he? No. No. He didn't. He didn't belong here. He did. "...Sure. Go with me."

He still had that headache, but it was sure to be gone eventually. Just like back in the Middle East. Everything'd be fine.