The sigh hits Ghoul like a punch to the gut. He hates that sound because he knows as soon as he hears it, he's being really fucking stupid. Honestly, he was expecting the lecture after that. What Jet said next came completely out of left field.

He absorbs Jet's words, let's them fall heavy in his mind. It's a hard concept to grasp. How can he be worthy of anyone after all the things he's done? He hasn't even begun to make up for any of it. It's a miracle his boys even trust him like they do. Ghoul shifts the pole to his other hand, scooting closer to Jet so he can get his arm around the other 'joy's shoulders. C'mere, Spaceman. He's so glad you're here.

"We don't talk about it much, but she's into me. Just don't wanna feel like I'm takin' advantage? She doesn't-- ... they don't know what it's like for us. None of them know. Maybe we're the good guys back home, even if a lotta people don't see that, but here we're not good guys." They're just a bunch of shady motherfuckers with a shitload of secrets that don't trust anybody but each other. "If she knew, I don't think she would--" And then what happens when they go home? "S'bad. Bad idea. Forget I said anything. P. and the Kid are morons for tryin'."