He shrugs, "Doesn't really matter to me either way. I'm not there, I'm here, and there's a really good chance I forget this by tomorrow anyway so it's not like I can retraumatize myself. But basically I haven't had a day off in fucking forever, and the last uh.."

Looking up at the ceiling for a second trying to do some mental math, "Eiiiiight??? Months I think, I was in Jacob's torture bunker so that sure as fuck didn't get me any days off."

There's a tilt of his head and he sets his jaw, "Nah wait, probably six months, I think I'm adding too much time cuz I was starving to death in a basement for a while and then catatonic when I got out. That part was probably only three weeks." Scratching his jaw like he's trying to figure out where he parked his car rather than how many days he went without food. "Either way, I didn't even get hazard pay or overtime and my benefits sure as fuck don't cover a good therapist."