And here's another downside to being horrendously sore. He's trapped in an interrogation.

It's not even particularly a bad one, but he still flinches because sharing is hard. "I didn't get home in time." He'd gotten sidetracked with his project for Lillian, and he knows better than to outright say so, hey, I was nearby making a bomb and I ran out of time, my bad.

"You don't gotta worry about that though, I ain't interested in it." East End has their own piece, and he's not the type to strike up a whole new pack and a whole new territory on his own. He's happy where he is. But... "Just been thinkin' about some stuff around here a lot lately, I guess, and I dunno. It's hard to keep it all straight when you're four legged and furry, y'know?" Pause. "Well, maybe not." Stupid Daryl and his stupid control and his stupid... talking abilities.