"Yeah, but the constant hovering is starting to drive me crazy!" He sighed. "Sorry. But I'm not used to anyone worrying half as much as you do. It's not as bad as you seem to think." He leaned heavily against the wall for a moment, tired. "And I'm sorry if I'm not content to sit quietly in our room or the Clinic and just wait for something to happen but if I don't try to do something I will go mad," he said, vehemence leeching out of his voice and being replaced by exhaustion. Suddenly, he fiercely missed the road.