Don't be stupid. Dr. Watson is still your friend.

[His voice is muffled as he speaks, fingers twined in his hair. The anxious, rambling tone hasn't left, leaving every sentence a run on even when short. Kid takes a shuddering breath, shaking.]

If you can't help me then--thank you for your time, Mr. Holmes. I--I'll need to go.

[Kid reaches for the tablet and hangs up in panic a moment later.]