It took all of his willpower to keep his breathing regular, to stay clear-headed and strong. This never should have happened.
His hands found the wheels on instinct, because his gaze was fixed ahead.
"That's me." His throat felt like sandpaper. "Hi, Jason." He wanted to reach out and touch him. Make sure he was real. But in a place like this there was nothing sacred and he didn't want to dirty the last thing they had that didn't involve this experience.