❝ I never said I would be on your side, particularly after you’ve picked up on…  ❞ He gestured to the scar across his head, which he had for all this time, assumed was quite aptly covered using his hairline and perhaps a splash of concealer a la Carol. Now that it had been pointed to his attention, his fingers pushed his hair down even further, calmly, of course. 

❝ A coma? How did that happen?  ❞