Wash watches him as he moves around the room, wary even if he's just been rescued. Can't trust his own head, his own instincts. The people he trusts... trusted? They've done terrible things. How can he trust a stranger?

"It came out of your head." He remembers that much even if the rest is confused and twisted.Come out of his head like the scenarios they'd plotted for Alpha. Testing him to breaking point. No, torturing him.

He catches the bottle, but only just, fumbling it badly. Just catching it is kind of a miracle right now. "I've had worse." The first flare of Epsilon through his head. He can't imagine a worse pain. He's not going to refuse food though.