[He sorta flops down like his legs have been cut off at the knees. But the cottage is nice, and the longer he's here, the more here he feels.

He doesn't so much as shift at the question, only tipping his head in acknowledgment after a couple of seconds.]

I sorta... fuck, man, it's so fuckin' stupid. I tripped down some fuckin' stairs after my party. I landed on my neck and I was -- well, y'know. Pratt had to fill me in on the rest of it when I got out. Um. Up. ...All I know is that the guy piloting the body around partied all month and then shot a bunch of people at the Halloween party. Then Ava... I think ripped out the heart, or she just phased her fist into it. Either way.

[A beat before he speaks again.] I know from texts and, uh, stuff he left behind, that he got you possessed, too. I... um. I'm really sorry.