[His face screws up a bit as he tries to recall when exactly Tavros was talking about. There's a dramatic shift as his expression goes from thoughtful to reluctant, and it's clear when the memory finally dawns on him.]

Oh. Uh...

[Chuckling nervously, Gamzee holds up his forefinger, signaling for Tavros to "hang on a sec" while he raises the hookah hose to his mouth and takes another hit off of it. The bubbles from the device are the only thing breaking the silence between them, other than the rain against his shabby roof.]

A brother need another motherfuckin' breather before he all get up to spinnin' verse on fuckin' that unfun noise. Heh.

[He pats a spot of pillows next to him, inviting Tavros into his corner of absent morals.]

Spill, my motherfucker.