He hates when this guy pokes holes in his resolve, in his short-lived successes. He's been doing better—why can't that be enough? "I'll work on it. I'll find my way back. It's not like I can go too far around here; you always end up finding me, don't you?"

He scrubs his achy eyes with a hand. It's too bad that sleep's been a roller coaster of a chart, but what can he do? His frown drops further, mumbling in a defeated tone, "Are you taking me back in the room again...?"