Does it look like I'm fucking joking??

[ He's not sure if he's speaking slowly enough to be understood, and he doesn't care. Not right now, when he's still reeling. He groans and presses his palms into his eyes. He sways and sits down on Billy's bed; this isn't any sort of time to be asking for permission. ]

I just went over there, and they tried to sit me down and tell me, like I couldn't tell the second they looked at me that something was up.