“Yeah, I’m fine,” he says. “I mean, no, I wasn’t right then because it was really sticky and stuff, but I’m fine now. I showered.” He pauses, more to catch his breath than to think about what he’s actually saying. “I didn’t, like, only shower then; that wasn’t my only shower. I shower every day, so it’s not like that was my one shower and I’m done for the week.”
Channelling Marinette. I don't think I've ever met anyone who rambles at this level
