"Kinda tired of watching people walk away. Or. Kick me up an elevator shaft." Details. He feels tired down to his bones in a way he hasn't had to think about since all his life, all his world up till these past few months was focused on survival. Keeping his head down, keeping Delta safe.

A whole wide galaxy of possibility in front of him now and this one thing he might want? It'll end. It's finite. Most things tend to be but relationships with expiration dates do not go well in his experience. "I can't ask you to stay."