He's been lying low since everything happened. If he emerges from his room, it's to see Miller or Ricki and then he goes back and sits there and stares. Occasionally, he rages at no one and falls asleep only to dream of Reileen's face.

Today, he feels decent enough to come out and take a walk if only because he needs some fucking food and he doesn't want Miller having to bring it to him all the goddamn time.

So, today would be the day he leaves his room and that would be the day some poor fuck stumbles out in front of him and crumples to the ground, looking like he's about to barf all over the fucking place.

"Need a bucket?" Kovacs asks dryly.