His taser wrist goes down without fuss, eventually leaving it discarded at his knee - in fact, he takes everything in with faintly widened eyes, a somber expression. Someone peeling back his boasting and carrying on is never not a novel, weird thing, always a soft and vulnerable underbelly.

"I bounce back," he answers, dropping his eyes to some nebulous point at her lap. "I came back last time, I'd come back again. There's nothin' he can throw at me I ain't already had a taste of by now, Ru."

He turns to face her on the couch, hands in his lap. The box and taser are quickly forgotten, the former inching towards the couch's edge, the latter digging further between the cushions.

"I know you're worried, but I had to. You don't know the kinda stuff he did. I couldn't keep it goin' like it was anymore, somethin' had to change."