He tries not to think about the consequences when he slips out of bed and wanders over to the futon. Jade will take them away and he mustn't. The small plastic bag that holds the rest of the suppressants fits neatly into his fist. There aren't that many left.

Hesitantly, he returns to Jade's side, climbing into his lap. If he uses his body weight, he may just have a chance of keeping the pills somehow by making it harder for Jade to move. Adrenaline or not, he's too exhausted -- he doesn't believe for a second that putting up a fight would help him.

"Sorry." He opens his hand, not looking up at Jade.