Faintly, as Ginko seems to fold over every bit of him from his shoulders down into his lungs, Joker wonders how the man can be so warm. Even his scent seems pleasant and reassuring- or is he just thinking of this memory with another one from not that long ago? Either way, Joke slumps against him, taking the lack of space between them as an offer.

"Everythin' is always happenin'," he sighs, words a little wet from deep within his throat. His face, for the time being, seems like it's clear. But only for now. "And I can't give folks better." Turning his head, he nudges his face against Ginko's shoulder with only the faintest thought to make sure he doesn't gorge out his other eye. "And, hell, I'm doin' it again. The talkin'."