[ Closing his eyes again, he feels like there's a hole gnawed through his chest and it isn't like the hallucinations of weird shit he's seen tonight. Groaning, he shies away from the hands of someone that's trying to clean up his nose, instead trying to get up on his feet again.

He gets about halfway before he falls on his face again. ]

M'stupid, Fjord.

[ He says, half-mumbled into the carpet. ]

But s'it good, ok? Cuz now... you won't leave me when I do stupid shit. I did.... I did stupid things. Bu... non... nothing with anyone. Couldn't... couldn't because they didn't smell like you. Wasn't you.

[ There's a half-crazed laugh on the floor as some of the bouncers are discussing if they can throw out Ms. Lavorre's personal guests or not. ]

I dunno how to love.