"No, I mean, it doesn't look bad or anything... I'm just, uhm." Wigging out? "I've got allergies." Yes. Yes, that is exactly what is happening here.

After a lengthy pause, during which Fish—being the sort whose eyes always seem to find an open door before much else—stares past Seoraj into the adjacent room where certain works-in-progress happen to lay, he puts his slackened jaw back to use. Still staring. Now motionless. He does sound a bit more resolved, though, in the way one might sound while declaring the intent to get the hell out of Dodge. "The porch sounds like a great idea."