The flat look he gives him is eloquent. Bad and an extended silence is as good a summation as anything else might be.

The eye on the back of his neck disappears back into a thin red scar as he rubs his hand across it, craning his head back for a moment. The tension he carries at the nape of his neck is days old now, and feels like a bruise.

"If you find any option to get him out of here, I'd be very grateful."

Any such option for himself, still only an afterthought.