"I know." He says it quietly when Galen finishes. That crackhead friend comment digs right under his skin, but he keeps his cool. He deserves these words. The guy's standing up for himself, a punching bag no longer, and Ghoul has to respect that.
He's also... concerned. This isn't Party Poison. Not even close. He seems a little more fragile. A little closer to the edge. And Ghoul nearly pushed him right off a while ago.
He steps forward, slow and deliberate. Mostly just slow. Very slow. Both hands are up in a non-threatening gesture. "Hey. Hey, come on. You're not a joke. You're Galen Howard, right? Different person. I get it. We all do. Different person. Come here. Calm down." He's not sure why he's reaching out. He just is. Probably because if P. was back wherever he came from and freaking out this bad, he'd want someone to do the same for him.
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He's also... concerned. This isn't Party Poison. Not even close. He seems a little more fragile. A little closer to the edge. And Ghoul nearly pushed him right off a while ago.
He steps forward, slow and deliberate. Mostly just slow. Very slow. Both hands are up in a non-threatening gesture. "Hey. Hey, come on. You're not a joke. You're Galen Howard, right? Different person. I get it. We all do. Different person. Come here. Calm down." He's not sure why he's reaching out. He just is. Probably because if P. was back wherever he came from and freaking out this bad, he'd want someone to do the same for him.