Orders he can't follow aren't... necessarily better than none at all. But he's pretty sure-- inching up to 83%, now-- that Steve isn't going to punish him for failing. And it's not like anyone else is offering. His warden has so far been very careful not to give him anything resembling an order (he's only had her for a couple days, anyway, at this point), and he only gets them from the custodial warden for like six hours out of twenty-four. Which leaves him with eighteen more to fill.

He hunches in his temporary, protective, Steve-smelling blanket and works in not hyperventilating, first of all, and not slipping back into that state, second of all. "What did you mean," he finally asks. "Didn't want you to find me."