Sights down. There's no one else on his side of the range but he looks anyway, a quick flicker of pale eyes nested among a few more unhappy wrinkles than before. He wants to reach out and drag Taylor in and at the same time that's the last thing he wants, to bring those clever eyes and hands in that much closer to pick him apart and see everything that isn't there.

He looks down. Safety on. There's some room in the magazine where he can reload. Something to do with his hands, something with a purpose.

"Guess I pretty much came here straight from medical."

He'll figure it out, he knows, icy as staring down the barrels of a firing squad. They'll figure it out.