It does that. He shifts, feels the resistance of restraints, and tries to fight before he's aware enough to be sure he's tied down. The struggle is difficult. Limp. He feels feverish in a way that's all too familiar, soft as a piece of fruit rotting from the inside out.

"Liv." He's almost sure he heard her voice. He strains hard, but there's no give, and the effort leaves him shaking in a way that makes his hair stand on end. "Olivia."

There. There she is, tied down, a stranger between them. He musters up a glare. "You people really don't get creative with this kind of thing, do you?"