The almost accusatory tone in the question made him laugh again, because laughing was easier than the screaming that wanted to rip its way out of his chest instead, and he shrugged, a manic sort of smile spreading across his face.

"I dunno, you needed help. I couldn't just leave you out here on your own, could I?" He took a moment to scrub his hand down his face before he shook his head and leaned down to reach for his duffel bag. He leaned it against the bumper of the car so that he could open it, digging out his canteen and a bit of dried toma meat wrapped in butcher paper and holding it out. "Least I have some supplies, right? Here. It's not good to go too long without eating."

And still, he couldn't look at him, his eyes cast down at a point in the distant desert behind him.