If they were home in the comfort of his apartment -- well, if they were home, they wouldn't have to do any of this at all -- he would probably be bitching and moaning about how much this hurt. Here, in this dank room in a dank dungeon where people were being attacked and disappearing, he bit his lip and sucked air through his teeth and promised himself a good freak-out-and-cry later.

The fork was awkward as hell, and he managed to jab himself in the armpit more often than not, but he managed to start pulling the seam open.