The pills made him sleepy and thus, not able to be questioned. Pain was just another part of life. And don't even joke Red, you're going to tell people and your temper control is terrible. Tyki observes Lavi's shift in attitude from how they talked in text and sighs. "Probably for the best." Then he waved his hand, giving the other all the permission he wanted to touch the jacket. "Go ahead."

The Exorcist coat was foreign, of course. It was cut and tailored for Tyki. It was battered, worn yet the materials held fast. The pockets held a few things, his cellphone, his lighter, a pack of lock picks, and three clips of ammo that went to the plasma pistol. But the stitching was distinctly Johnny's handiwork. The phone if inspected would flick on with a touch and show the usual things an iphone would.