Andy let Adrian tilt his head up, dull gaze following, and the sound of someone else's voice after three days came to him like a gunshot. It still wasn't that which halted his tongue, unable to answer though. He couldn't convey quite how deep he'd fallen into despair or why; he couldn't articulate and he struggled to find the words.
After a long moment he finally licked dry lips with a dry tongue and spoke, his voice little more than a disused, cried out rasp like a dead leaf pushed across pavement.
"I did. I happened." he tucked his head down, nail-bitten fingers coming up to clump in his hair and tug hard, straining there. "I'm an infection." he snarled, so much self-disgust in there that it sounded like anger and tasted like hate.