There's something about the song that feels like a gut punch. He springs forward like a wild animal, hands gripping the bars until his knuckles go white, snarling. "Just give up! Jeff's not home! He's not coming back!"

He should be above this. He's the one who pokes and prods and gets reactions out of people, not the other way around.

"I did him and you a favor," he hisses, wild, wrathful eyes looking right at Bash. "You have no idea how much worse it could be."

Because he'd had his own sunshine, too. He'd made the mistake of friendship, of caring for at least one other person on that miserable voyage, and all that did was make everything hurt more, watching helplessly as their light dimmed until there was nothing left.