No, he's not. But he sinks down on the stairs and covers his head with his arms, forehead against his knees. So worn out, so wrung out. He has to get his breath in order first before he can speak up.

"Mmf." He manages, gripping loosely at his hair. "I dunno. I dunno, go away. Go away, I can't, right now, I gotta concentrate on staying awake. Alive." He coughs, dragging in a ragged sort of breath. "Don't - don't look." Ghoul isn't, but Jesse isn't looking either. His brain is so scrambled.

"S'gonna get in. S'gonna find a way in, I can't stop it." He mutters. "You can't either. We're not, you're not, I'm not good enough."