He's feverish, and dazed, and he can feel the plants twisting their roots inside him and he's in more pain than he's ever been. He's exhausted, and he's struggling to breathe, and he doesn't know what to do.

But maybe, for just a little bit...

"Sorry," he says, again. And he leans against Ginko, heavily, because he can't force himself to stay upright anymore, because if he lays down he knows he'll choke on everything that's filling his lungs. If he tries to talk he'll just choke on his words but he needs to say something to explain. It's been offered but he still has to ask, just to make sure it really is all right. Ginko has to have the chance to refuse.

"Can I stay for a while?"