Mm. I kept breathing through my mouth because I could feel it on there. Like —

[Hmm. He settles in, leans a little more heavily against Polnareff.]

You know when someone says "don't think about blinking", and then suddenly you can't do it without thinking anymore? It's like that. Like you can't just...not think about your mouth anymore.

Seems like it'd get on everything, too. Cigarettes, beer cans. Just trying to talk it feels like you'd smear half of it across your face by mistake.