[Break can't see his face, and he's never been more grateful for that fact as he is in this moment, because the whole time that his superior is yelling at him, he visibly wilts. He used to be able to get angry, to scoff and turn on his heels whenever the topic of Oz came up, but now that Break has laid everything out on the proverbial table (is Oz Vessalius really the thing that you need?) there's no use trying to hide the emotional recoil. His hand is still gripping the empty tea kettle as Break spins him around to face forward, and he has half a mind to swing it right at the idiot's face where he stands.

Except it might really connect.

And besides, it belongs to Collette. He doesn't want to explain why it's dented later.

Plus, he's right. Maybe he really isn't what Oz needs. Maybe what he needs is the family that he's never been allowed, a promise of stability and normalcy, all the things that Gilbert is wholly unable to give him. They've all been handed a set of circumstances that are unfair, and though he still fears that he might crack, even now Gilbert still wants to take the entire burden onto his shoulders.

Slowly, his fingers go slack against the handle and his chin slumps forward.]

...For someone who just died, you're too damned noisy.

[He can't even look up as he hears Oz call out to them.]

Whatever Oz really needs...whatever he tells me in the end - I'll accept it. But I won't accept any of this coming from you.