He freezes at the touch but doesn't move away, suddenly feeling like his chest is collapsing in on itself. He's not sure what's going on, but he knows that he doesn't like it. It's hard to breathe and he tries to calm himself.

"It's only been... five days? Six? Rocket launchers they sent after me probably cremated him but he deserved a better resting place..." His voice is a bit strangled and he scrubs at his face with his sleeve. No. No tears. He can't cry.