Welp. Spurned for the third time in one night. He's really losing his touch. Goddamn. He pulls his hands back, one settling with a thumb hooked into his pocket and the other reaching back to run a hand though his hair.

"Okay, no touching. Got it." He sighs, unsure of what else to do. "...You maybe want me to grab your friend? Just don't think-- you shouldn't have to deal with this shit alone, man." He's got the killjoys. He's got almost everything he needs. Galen's apparently missing a piece and he's missing it in the worst way.