[[It was his whole face that hurt. The patty wasn't engineered for that kind of task though, so. An Zhe made a guess to start with, settling it over one eye with a brief flinch.

Was he supposed to keep holding the tissue? ...And the meat?

A whole lot of his face was obscured as he sat there like that, making the apologetic look he was trying to turn to Jayce look extra pathetic.]]

Uh... thank you. I'm sorry.