[An anchor. It's all an anchor, and Ghoul doesn't hesitate. He goes right for holding on, hands trembling slightly as he grabs at Party's waist, a little more roughly than he intends. Calm down. Calm down, it's okay - Party's got him, talking to him, and Ghoul breathes unsteadily against Party's lips. Panicking. He's been in a state of short breath for a while, goes in and out of getting worse.

The grip on Party helps.] M'splintering. All the pieces are falling off. [Ghoul mumbles, voice weak. It's about all he can manage for now, other than a quiet little whisper of Party's name. His head's not all the way here. Every time he closes his eyes he sees the dog ripping into Matt and it just makes his breathing skip.]