"No, you won't," Kovacs says, letting him go so he can slump pitifully back onto the floor. He's not going to carry you, bridal style, Matt. You weren't really what he was looking for in a partner.

"I'm a little fucking tired of seeing dead bodies so stay alive, shithead," Kovacs says, sighing and shaking his head. "Why don't you crawl back into the medbay? There are beds there. Probably more comfortable than you just sitting here. Someone might step on you."

Someone like Kovacs. Good thing he was a little more aware right now, careful of where he was going and who was in his way.