He nodded, grabbing onto the side of the building so he could throw up in the alley. It didn't last long, but he was still shaking a bit. He wiped his face to make sure that he didn't have anything on it, and turned back to John.

"... A month, huh." He couldn't help but feel faintly wounded at that, and didn't bother hiding it in his tone. "A... a month of getting stupid headaches, remembering things that weren't - that didn't... I saw myself die, John. I saw something try to attach itself to me calling me someone who ate souls. Of fucking children." He was trembling, trying to keep his voice down, but it was hard. "And you couldn't tell me anything because of headaches. Jesus fucking Christ, John. I know we're not super close, but..."

He put his head in his hands, trying to breathe. It took a minute for him to calm down, though he was still shaking. "... Sorry. Okay. Okay. Fuck. You're not the kind of guy who would hold something like that back if you didn't have a damn good reason for it. But... but why are we going to the school? What's there? And... and why do I feel like everything's in a stupid funhouse mirror?"