It was a struggle to reign things back in, but he did, barely so, enough to sniff and shake his head, wiping errant tears away as he kept his eyes down between his knees. It was too real to feel stupid

"You were stuck on some- some rebar from the debris. You'd fallen. I had to work your body off the steel before I could do anythin' else. Henry died from.. God I'm not even sure what, but with the blood around his mouth and out his nose, I'm guessin' TB?" He shook his head and leaned more of his leg's weight into Malcolm's.

"I didn't find Jeff or Athena. I can't find Neal. I feel like we lost everythin'."