[ man, it does sound nice to just be blacked out and not to suffer. but, really, being completely knocked out in a place like this seems like a huge mistake waiting to happen. alas. ]

As good and lovely as that would be, I don't know that it's the greatest idea to leave you with my. [ he gestures with his hand. ] Graciously tall and unconscious body to deal with if our ghostly friends decide that stitching me up is the best time for hugs and kisses.

[ not that robbie isn't handsomely built (because damn is he a gorgeous specimen), but then there's the bleeding and the carrying and the needle and stitching, and frankly, he wouldn't blame robbie to just ditch if shit really did happen, and eliot, masochist that he is, thinks it's better to know when he's actually going to die instead of going however loudly the ghost decide to do it in his sleep. ]