"An' ye're always welcome ta keep givin' me cause to," Sean says, fond and thankful. Sparing a quick glance behind him as they head inside, the disk catches his eye once more, but he elects to leave it on the ground where it was dropped. It'll still be there in the morning, he's damn near sure of it. He's so burned out, though, that what he's not so sure of is whether this whole mess will look better or worse when that hour rolls around, but he's willing to play at being hopeful for now. "Maybe it'll stick one o' these days." Not that that would stop him, naturally.