"Because otherwise I'd have to ask myself and I don't fucking know either." Test-y, Kovacs. But Miller just sighs. He's gone from aggravated to fucking tired in record time. "Next time I'm letting the bullet hit you." Except then he'd have to listen to Kovacs whine about it and that's even worse. Miller presses a heel of his hand to his eyes as he walks, as if that could ease the pain in his head.