He shakes his head, tugging the last few straps and buckles loose, pulling Bertolt out of his gear. Rising, he gives him a glance. "Naw. Christa is cute but you know she isn't my type." It is strange. When he is out of his mind, he can look at her and really want to marry her, but when he remembers who he is, he knows it is impossible. Not just because he knows she deserves better than a murderer, but mainly because she is missing some very important assets where he is concerned.

Reaching down, he ruffles Bertolt's hair, making it stick out ridiculously. "Don't worry, I'm still here. I'm not gonna slip away like that again." He is sounding far more confident than he really feels. He had never noticed before, would he be able to notice it here if it would happen? Still, what Bertolt needs now is him being confident, not him being broken.

"Come on, just kick off your shoes and go to sleep. Me and Annie will be here when you wake up."