There's a soft shake of his head, and he finds himself leaning against the wall, pressing fingertips to the drywall of the giftshop. A soft heave of his shoulders as he sighs, as he rolls his head, as he tries to keep it all back anyway.

"We go back in time and fix everything? Do what Five's planning? He's not going to remember me anyway. Can't be in Vietnam if I was never kidnapped or took the briefcase to begin with, right?" It's such a hollow, tired laugh that comes to his lips, and he crosses his arms, straightening himself out.

"... I need a smoke."