For a moment, Carver just holds very still. Barely breathing, not sure what to do now that Pope's touching him. Stroking his hair.

It's nice, he thinks. But the officers don't touch them, ever. Not unless it's a test.

He shivers a little but doesn't pull away. "I got that, sir."

Part of him wishes that Pope hadn't come. Hadn't seen him like this. But then Carver knows he'd be alone and probably dead. It's better to live and fight, even if it hurts.

"If they kill me," he starts, and then goes quiet. Pope knows his grandma's dead. His mom, too. "Give my stuff to Delaney. And Sergeant Anders."

Riley should know. Riley should have his dogtags, at least.