[ He softens noticeably in the joints as David eases closer, willfully to keep from flinching away. The "tree" has left him a little gun shy about people reaching for his face. David won't miss the effort Quentin expends to stay relaxed. ]

Mmhmm. Gauze. Popsicle sticks. Syringe tubes, depending on, uh--on how crazy we wanna get. That much of a mess, you think?