Liquid wasn't fine, no. And a part of him knew this. But this was getting drowned out by the other thoughts, the wrong ones, the right ones, the confusion that told him he was just fine, just fine.

He needed to get out of here. He needed to stay here.

He stared blankly at Miller's hand for a moment, almost reached for it, then gave a bit of a delayed sneer, and got up himself.

"I think I know a better way."