Mike actually manages a faint laugh. He presses his forehead to the mattress for a moment, trying to counteract the drugs by willpower alone. It's almost worse knowing what's coming. The prickles he can feel in his skin. His pants growing ever slowly more uncomfortable. Maybe it won't be so bad, now that he knows what it does.

"I'm guessing you didn't try uh...solving the problem, then?" He glanced up at Briggs again. "It kinda takes away the part that matters."