Well in that motherfucking case maybe he'll just hang on a little bit longer.

From in his chest cavity he lets the smallest of rumbling rise up, just soft enough only she can hear it. He ain't happy, no, but it just seems like the sort of thing what she could use hearing.

"TALK AT HIM, LITTLE SISTER," He says as low and quiet as he can make that part of the fluctuations go. Which isn't much, but he tries.