"No, I think I'm good." He wanted to sit in his dark room and just think. He found it was better for when the blood fit, gave him time to truly appreciate things. To think about things. He sighed and closed his eyes. "I'm knackered, mate. I need some alone time."

He had already cried, gotten high and admitted embarrassing bullshit in front of Bobby. He kind of felt like he'd hit his quota of embarrassment for the day.

He took Bobby's hand and pulled himself up. "Off we pop, then."