The door to Gamzee's apartment was shoved open, then slammed shut behind him. He leaned back against the door, dizzy, as he took L's weapon form from his pocket and held it out in front of him.

Go on, bro. But don't go nowhere yet.

He had other things to say, things to do, and he had to make sure and do them before he passed out on the floor. The troll didn't want to make this just a more lenient prison for his partner, but it wouldn't be good for anyone if he just ran off in his current state.