[A sharp bark of bitter laughter bursts out of his throat before he can stop himself.] It might be easier for me to tell you what isn't weighing on my mind.

[A twist of his mouth into a small, self-depreciating smile, before he drops the smile and brings a hand to his face, rubbing at his temples.]

Sorry. That was immature. Just give me a minute to gather my thoughts.

[He's sporting new bandages; the old ones had been burned away by the fire.]