"I've had worse days." Much, much worse. Goodness knows what that says about him and his unlife. "At least I knew I wasn't about to suffocate to death, you know? Must have been even scarier for all the other guys."

He leans backwards on his hands, tempted to call it a night and start fresh tomorrow. But... he's not the one injured. "You want me to bring you anything? Are you hungry?"