Gamzee Makara

Gamzee sat at the other end of the couch with his hands together between his knees, his feet propped up on the edge of it. He looked down at the borrowed pajama pants and picked some at a ball of fuzz with a soft frown. "Never thought you were," he said quietly without looking back around. "I shouldn'a said anything, just made the phone call. Don't really matter how I get back to 'im as long as I do it at all, right?" He offered a small, crooked little smile then went back to contemplating his own knees, his fingertips tapping on them somewhat nervously.