Hell, when the doctor bit the index finger of his glove to pull it off, Galen had briefly lost the power of speech. The slide of leather over skin, barely audible, made him want to howl like a dog. It had taken an effort of will to focus on what Piper had been saying, about someone attacking him in the morgue, and then he had been able to focus because he needed to find out who these people were and hunt them down in the streets.
Lolololol Galen. This is the ust I want.
