R starts to say that's a little harsh when he remembers the way that man with the spear was looking at his friends. Suddenly he thinks maybe Howard's onto something.

It's iffy, sinking into that spiral. R's sat there before in a cloud of it, thinking maybe it wouldn't be so bad to give it up and stop thinking, shuffle around all the time like a lot of the other zombies instead of trying to grab onto whatever he has left. It's not fun. Recognizing that funk, R tries to clumsily change the subject - it's ham-handed, so obvious you could see it coming in the dark from a mile away.

"Let's...do something...else. It's..." It's what? R trails off, not having the words to describe what he really thinks, unsure if he can relate to these two Living. For all he knows, he's only aping that he gets it. "...outside? Clear...er. Not...this."

As soon as he finishes moaning, R's starting to think this was a bad idea. He doesn't know what he's talking about. Wyatt’s not in a good way and suggesting they get some fresh air won’t make that magically disappear.