[With Ghoul against his chest, it's easier to get a good, indiscreet look around the room. Living in one place for so long, he's gotta have hiding spots. Party will have to come back.] Fuck it back. [He mutters and finds the place he was at before--the comforting place, where the touch at Ghoul's back is meant to soothe, where he's soft and quiet again. Tomorrow they can figure out steps. Later he can try to weasel out stash. Tonight is too hard.]

I don't--whattayou need? And not a fight, I'm not fuckin fighting you. Why doncha lie flat, I'll rub you down.