Galen snorts, but pays the comment no mind, already looking for another rock. His shoulder is starting to get a little sore, now, and that also bothers him; getting thrown off his axis like this is taking a physical toll, too, not that he'd been doing a hell of a lot since tour, anyway.

He picks up a rock, butts his cigarette out on it, and glances up at Ghoul. He's dying to know what he and Jesse talked about; all he knows is that they supposedly got along, which is something. Maybe he's not so bad.

"Nah," he says with a shrug, rolling the stone over in his hand. "Just a little homesick. Or -- suffering workaholic withdrawals, one or the other." A little smirk; he's joking.