Cooper’s eyes turned away, as if unable to meet their eyes. He wasn’t sure why. He had done this before — a thousand times, in fact. It just... felt different this time. He knew them. Had grown used to their company over the weeks — or was it months by now? They were like a constant in his ever-changing life.

And now, they were being replaced with a handful of caps.

“Ain’t personal,” he grunted in a gruff tone, finding sudden interest in counting the caps for the third time. It wasn’t personal, really. He would’ve liked to keep them around. But... he needed caps. Needed medicine. “You understand.”