[He just goes limp, looking up at C, pleading... but that kind of thing literally never works, so after only a moment he sighs, and sits up, and begins gathering the sheet up into a messy ball.]

I'm pretty sure this place is sealed up so tight we're never going to see dirt again, but... it is my mess. Thanks for the company, at least? You could've just left me here and not said anything, but you stayed....