"Right." It still didn't feel good. It still felt so very wrong. He got out his phone and sent a text to Gene saying he was throwing up and he couldn't come back to work, hoping Gene would accept that. After all, he kept saying he looked like shit and was surprised he came to work.

He exited the café with Barty but pulled his hand free from the other, putting his hands in his pockets instead. "If I make you want to be better, why are you still a terrible person? We've been together long enough. When does it kick in for you?"