[ his eyes drop to his hands, and he goes quiet for a few moments as he picks at a loose thread on his jeans. ]

Sometimes, I guess. [ his lips twist up at the corner, self-conscious. ] I can't handle the smell of sulfur anymore. [ he breathes a laugh. ] I mean, who can? It's an awful smell. But I.. go away a little bit now, and it's just better if I get away from it altogether.