If he laid here long enough, perhaps he'd fall asleep. He wasn't tired, but maybe he could sleep through it all and feel better tomorrow. Send... send a message to apologize to everybody. Apologize to Alastor-

But even when he spoke, very real and very much there, all he could do was stare from between two wings that had covered him.

His jaw tightened, and he tried to keep a stiff upper lip. Instead he faltered, and lowered one of those wings to obscure his face completely.

"Bullshit," he managed, voice thick.

"You think I'd 'fit' anywhere..." Go ahead. Just get it out of your system.