'You don't have to do that. I've worn 'em off the floor enough times.'

He still doesn't move. He wants to go home, and has wanted to since he got here. But the idea of it is better than actually walking out of the door.

'I'll go and have a shower. I don't suppose it really matters, going back cleaner than I came in.'

His world has dealt with weirder shit than that, in its time.