Simon looks up as Gus grabs his wrist, but remains crouching. He releases the bannister with that hand, though. He just stares at Gus with a dull, distant expression. "Retourne," he mumbles to himself. "Retourne." It seems like he doesn't even seem to understand that Gus is talking to him. His face remains a ghostly white, his eyes dark and dilated. "Daisuke," he says, still in that slurred, mumbled tone. "I need Daisuke." Because he's having a hard time telling himself that the shadows within the stairwell aren't ghosts of whoever Gus was with with the dog. Ugh, the dog. Don't think about the dog, he tells himself.

"I need Daisuke," he says more urgently, pressing his face to the wall and squeezing his eyes shut. This is really bad, and he really doesn't want to be doing this with Gus... He needs to get to Daisuke, because Daisuke can help him. He suddenly stands up, jerking away, and nearly trips on the first step, but catches himself, hurrying towards the front of the club where his phone hopefully is yet sitting safe in the pocket of his jacket...