"Yeah. He's the one that hooked me up with some of the lit. He's into some weird shit, man. Bookworms." He grins, shaking his head. A glimpse of his usual humour. "No drugs. I know I look like shit, man. But, fuck. Fuck that shit. You know any drugs'll make your feet fall off?"

A giggle. Maybe this is working out, then? Yes?

"You wanna go, wanna keep talkin'? I can go. Show you the city, Mafaton, my digs. My roomie's the one who set me up with these." He wiggles a hoof. "You wanna fuck off any time, just say it."