[No, Party's right, and Ghoul thinks - you've ruined everything else. Push it. Keeping pushing, keep expanding, but he's not sure he can take Party leaving him too. He sucks in a shivering breath, and turns on his side, pulls himself up.]

M'an asshole. [Ghoul tells him, tired.] I don't say the right shit and I don't act how I oughta, and it ain't - an excuse, it ain't. [He very carefully reaches for Party's foot, figuring that's safeish.]

S'just I could never imagine me matterin' as much s'you. M'sorry.