"You probably need to be home-- you're gonna get some sort of infection out here." And that'll be bad, considering they don't have nearly enough stuff to treat it. Concern outweighs everything else for a moment--

Well, at least until the mention of memories. His expression twitches, guarded. Well, fuck him. "Whose memory lane did you go down?"

He doesn't want to talk about it. He doesn't want to bring it up, but-- "If it was mine, sorry for any nightmares you're gonna have now."