Oil paints? He doesn’t question the oddness of Doc asking him about them now of all times, just drifts in his thoughts for a moment before he starts talking, voice tired and a little distracted.

“Depends,” he says, and starts to ramble absently about the different types of oils, their drying times, the original production of colors versus modern synthetics. Eventually he trails off, exhaustion and pain quieting him.

“I don’t want to die again,” he says, or thinks he says.