I know. [He does. He's also trying to take deep calming breaths between gritted teeth as he rubs at his temples.] But - humour me for a second - you know when you smell something awful, so you stop breathing through your nose? Only then you sort of start to taste it, too, because you can't completely shut off a sense that's connected to all these other parts. That's what it's like.

[That's not what it's like, but it's the closest he can parse it into words. What it's really like is that it makes him wish he had the serum.] It's driving me up the fucking wall.