He did now, and it was making his stomach turn just thinking about it. He continued to fumble with the beads, wishing like hell his hands would stop shaking, until he finally managed to get them off his wrist and stuff them in his pocket.

There. Problem solved, right?

"I don't wanna share 'em," he finally answered truthfully, tongue suddenly thick in his mouth and making him even less eloquent than he usually was. "Lemmie alone, okay? I ain't interested."