Yes, he wanted to scream. Give me more. Instead it came out as an escaped whisper. He wanted it, maybe even wanted her. Zacharias Smith would take whatever she would give him. Even if it consumed or killed him, just to get out of his own head. Had it been anyone else at the door, he might have kept going for it, but of course it was him.
Virgin boy extraordinaire coming toward them both. Not the worst mood killer of the past couple of days, but certainly up there.
"Don't touch me," he said to Ernie, "Don't even touch me." Zacharias sat up, the world feeling a little bit woosey now.