[He is absolutely waiting for, and expecting, Jacob to show up. To hear his voice come over the loudspeaker and announce some drill or some task for everyone. And then to kill anyone who doesn't preform up to his standards.

Pratt has been living that way for long enough that he genuinely doesn't really know how else to be anymore. Wheaty and the rest of the remaining Whitetails had basically shoved Pratt in a room in a bunker to keep him alive, but it's not like they talked to him. Or let him out of there. He was a danger to himself but even more so to the others. No time for mental health care when there's a literal murderous cult and the apocalypse happening.

Pratt's police health benefits don't cover that anyway.]

Oh. Yeah. Guess that's..

[He lowers the shovel, rubbing his eyes with his other hand.]

I'm a goddamn mess.

I need an entire pot of coffee and about ten showers. Unless you just want to kill me now and save all the trouble of explaining this shit.

[He wouldn't even be mad about it.]