Jono's eyebrows twitched upward at that, yes.

//I probably could, actually.// Easily, for that matter. //If yer think maybe yer could... Get yer hand to my bandages? Pull them a little askew.//

Somewhere in the back of his head, he was repeating to himself, not my face, not my face, not my face...

There was something only mildly less freakish about turning Christmas lights to slag via the hole in his chest, as opposed to the gaping, burning nothing that was where his mouth ought to be.