"Yes," Bobby moaned, grabbing a pillow and putting it over his face for a few moments in an effort to hide from... the world, or something, before realizing that was stupid because 1) it wasn't like the world could see him right now, just Warren, and 2) it made it a lot harder to talk. "Random luggage that just appeared. Labeled with crap declaring me a freak and afraid of normal people and stuff like that," he admitted.