Alone

Scott keeps his sights on the ceiling. "You weren't hounding me," he counters. "It was just... too much or something."

Sighing, he closes his eyes. "Yeah... hurts. Guess it'll take more than that to keep me out."

Growing quiet again, one might think he's drifted off to sleep, what with some of the medication he'd been given. But in reality, his mind was alert and processing much more than he'd like to admit. Feeling Hope's hand on his, he doesn't move much, just letting the silence reign for several long minutes. Eventually he speaks, though his eyes remain closed.

"I want to be alone..." His voice was quiet but strained. "Don't... come back until.... I call you. I just... I want to be alone."