"What are you going to do, smile them to death?" Howard reaches up to pick at the gash on his chin, then stops. John told him to avoid touching it if he could.

"Look, I don't know if this is some kind of like, personal agenda for you, but..." He cringes back again, into the wall. "Don't take it personal that I don't trust your first aid schtick. All you done for me so far is prove my camp here isn't safe."