[Long as he wants him, good, because Ghoul wants him here for a long time. For now, he's not going to protest being handled with kiddie gloves, because he sort of feels like he needs it. Ghoul reaches and takes Party's hands, stepping out of the tub and pulling a towel around him quietly.

He leads the way out of the bathroom, though, grabs for clothes and, on getting them on slowly, ends up back on the bed, on his side, sort of just staring at the floor. Exhausted as fuck, he is.

He'll wait until Party's settling down.