"Fuck," Joe cursed and he dropped the kid to the ground. For while he thought about leaving him there, just leaving him to burst into flame when the sun rose, but after a moment he leaned down and grabbed the kid by the arm. It was easy enough to clean off the blood, make it look like he was just drunk and then he slung the kid's arm around his shoulder and dragged him back out into the street.

Ten minutes later he dropped the kid onto his couch, then drew the curtains and sat down in front of the TV. He'd wake up eventually. And then Joe would have to fucking explain.