Ky's attention diverts away from his own paranoia for a second to focus on his roommate's response. It's concerning, to say the least, to hear such indifference over what might be something that can help them. As demanding as his suspicions are, his ingrained desire to help people still manages to emerge. And Zevran just seems so tired that it makes Ky want to compensate with enough resilience for the both of them.

"No," he says surprisingly firmly. Ky's exhausted as well, but his stubbornness gives him the strength to speak. "You can have it. You need this more than I."

And, hopefully, there will be another provided to them soon. The thought that there might not be flutters through his mind, but he ignores it and rubs at his temples with a grimace. As if he can physically pinch the concern away. He can handle this, the other man needs it first. He can't doubt himself now.