Paid internships were a lot less cutthroat in my day.

[ Ah, banter. At least it keeps his voice from shaking too bad. He's definitely open to talking about anything else, but he's not exactly good at it. Bleeding wounds? He can handle it. Emotional stuff? Not so much. But answering questions is probably something he can do. It'll keep his mind off the empty room in his apartment, or the memory of snapping his friend's neck. ]

What is it? [ He has his suspicions, though his judgement is severely clouded right now. He could he wrong. ] If it's a blind thing, I really don't mind. Ask away.