[Nothing wrong, just a sort of tired that comes from being emotionally and physically worn out, from a panic attack and from watching someone bleed out in your arms. Ghoul's got extra sweatpants and sweaters and they do all smell like him, and now they'll smell like Party, which makes him somewhat happy, in the back of his mind.

For now, he sinks back into Party's touch, shaking his head.] No. [He says truthfully. A beat. Something occurs to him. Dully:] The Girl's dead, too.