[ He tries to bite back a sigh of relief when Doc lets go of his hand, and the topic is put to the side. That was a relief; he didn't have to worry about his friend going over the edge. Or getting himself into trouble. Marty couldn't remember who broke his wrist, or even who held him for those few days, but it wasn't fun. If Doc got into trouble like that, Marty wouldn't forgive himself.

When Doc speaks next, Marty's...not sure how to feel about it. ] Pull, Doc?

[ Maybe he didn't mean leave, like Rarity had wanted them to. Maybe Doc meant something else. He had to, right? ]

...I, I don't remember. [ The change of subject (again) was welcome, but shit. Marty could hardly even recall what had happened. ] One ghost got caught or somethin', so a group of us went to go help them. I mean, we got busted in the end, but-

[ That's not something Doc needs to know about. ] It happens.