He's slow to let go, still sniffling and rubbing at his eyes when he looks back at Grayson. His cheeks are ruddy and wet. After all that's happened he feels like a little boy. Helpless and afraid, despite from someone to tell him everything is going to be alright and that the monster's under the bed and is the wardrobe aren't real.

Except there's no one left to tell him, and the monsters are real.

"Where's 'Ronica? Last I saw she went down beside me, couldn't get them offa' her-" His breath hitches in his chest, "They got inside the house and we didna' stand a chance, it was that Patrick that did it, and fucking Joplin! If you see 'im tell 'im he's done- I'm gonna murder that bastard!"