[He allows himself to be pulled inside. Frankly, even if he could help himself right now he's not too sure if he would want to. Maybe it was time for him to let himself be taken care of, just once.

Mostly he was just thankful for the fact he'd went out and bought a bag full of wonderful fresh, new clothing. He'd need a new everything now... new home.. new computers, how could he have forgotten about the computers. He couldn't afford to lose any of his credit cards now or identity cards. Luckily he had a few extras in the car for those miscellaneous big purchases which needed to be instantly disposable.

He barely speaks and when he first tries his voice just cracks and he swallows, thinking on what he was going to say while he peeled off his jacket, revealing a rather significant bloodstain on the shoulder and a tear in the t-shirt, not exposing much but he'd probably need to remove it regardless in a moment.]

Head, shoulder... [He raises a hand to his chest and taps the space above his heart.] Here, but 'm not sure if that's related.

[He turns entirely lost eyes on Owen.] He's dead... really dead, there wasn't even a body, there's never a body.