Once they're outside, Galen finally stops, whips around to face Ghoul. He looks troubled, angry, tired -- and keeps his distance. He doesn't want to talk to him, doesn't want to look at him, but the fucker just isn't going away.

"Oh, good, that fixes everything," he says snidely, voice rising. "Look, just because I look like your crackhead friend doesn't mean I want any-fucking-thing to do with you! I'm not your freak show, I'm not your joke, okay, I --"

His voice cracks on 'joke', and it's like hitting a pothole; when he's back up, he's out of steam, and his expression breaks. Galen just closes his eyes, presses his fingers to them. Fuck. Fuck, good job, genius. All at once, he misses home.