"Hey," Sparkle managed, with a little smile that was still a bit on the unsteady side. "I'm a pro at the couch-surfing thing. Won't be in the way or anything, promise."

Because, really, he wasn't going anywhere on his own accord any time soon.

... At least he'd washed up before being cracked over the head and smeared with some other guy's blood. He could almost fake being a respectable human being, this way.