Making himself comfortable meant releasing the spiritual energy that made his armour, it disappearing in a little puff, and making his way over to the sink to clean up a little better because, yeah, those little moist towellettes did nothin'.

"You're not a wuss," Chad said as he washed up. "You took that fracture like a champ. An' I can go, if you want me, too," he added, thinking maybe he'd misjudged Jude's earlier answer.