His jaw looked slightly tighter than before like he was clenching it.
His fingers twitched involuntarily.
And then, inevitably, curiosity completely betrayed him.
He glanced down at his liberated hand.
His immaculate, runway ready hand that belonged in hand model portfolios now looked distinctly not immaculate.
Not ruined necessarily.
Just fundamentally wrong in ways that defied explanation.
Slightly damp and suspiciously gooey.
Slightly questionable.
Slightly existentially unpleasant.
He discreetly shifted his hand closer to his face under the guise of adjusting his sleeve with practiced elegance.
A cautious sniff to investigate the source of discomfort.
Immediate crushing regret.
His entire expression froze solid like he had been turned to stone.
For a split second, the elegant mask shattered completely as his body betrayed him with a violent involuntary gag that he could not suppress.
