Will you relax? It's like you're chock full of hot air or angry tornadoes. The thing about what we were up against is it was too much for us.

We were dead the moment he found us. [And it rattled him. He gets to his feet slowly, dusting himself off as he goes. Time to go home and shower until he can't feel that fucking weird black shit all over him. Even though it isn't.]

Let's go. Got a hot date with an order of take out and the shower.