081413 #worm Me turns white, and crumples. He's had a rough day. He knows now what it feels like to be really cold. All he's had to eat since yesterday is coffee. He's not used to garbage-covered assfucking or riots with explosions or escaping down the sewer. So he's passed out. He'll be okay. He's going to be half dragged half carried into a spare bedroom--though not actually on the bed with its clean linens, of course--by Him and Barp (although Him really is going to end up doing most of the work), and he's going to have some dreams, and then he's going to wake up a little later and have a nice, warm bath. He'll fall half asleep again in there, and have some more dreams or visions. It will all ultimately be rather reinvigorating. But in the meantime, Barp and Him are going to sit in Barp's living room and discuss some things.