"I can fight my own battles." He didn't need his non-existent friends to fight for him. Especially since, admittedly, it had been his fault for getting into a fight in the first place, but Hartley couldn't stand to see injustice, even when he was sure that he couldn't help it. He closed the door behind himself with visible hesitation, because he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop here. So he stayed close to the door and looked at the pacifier.

"You really just need a pot and then bring water to a boil. There's no trick to it, but the high temperature kills off any germs that could be dangerous and it ends up clean." Simple as that. His skin prickled as if a thousand needles were poking into it, just from the difference between the cold inside and the warmth in here.