He thinks on that for a minute. How had he died that last time? He'd been flatlined at least once, after all, so it's not like he's totally unaware of the whole "could probably be dead" thing. But that last one...

"It was at a rave," he said. "I got trampled, I think? Or was it in the war? No, I didn't die in the war." He chokes slightly at that; the last time he'd died, he'd been thinking about the war, still so fresh in his mind (as it is even now), crawling through trenches...

His hands clench into fists and he has to pull himself out of it. If he'd have been sober, he's not sure he could have. But he doesn't want to drag this kid down into his shit. He doesn't want to drag himself down into his shit. Isn't that why he's usually high as a kite, anyway? Avoidance?