[He's not bothered by the glare, grinning as he walks to his adjoined bathroom. He rifles through the medicine cabinet for a moment before coming back with gauze and tape.]

That's it, dude. Give it a day. You're gonna have some weirdass dreams and you might sleep walk.

[Actually, that will just be Scott fucking with him. But it's entertaining, and it was done to him, so he likes to pay it forward.]

Then you're gonna hear shit you couldn't hear before, smell stuff you never wanted to smell, and run faster than you ever could have.