“No.”

He’s quick to reply because it’s the truth, and right now telling her the truth and being honest feels like the most important thing in the world. Like he’s overflowing with information that needs to be shared, like letting everyone know everything about himself has become his number one priority. Like his usual paranoia has is fighting for control of his own brain.

“But it was probably orange.” She shows her his arm. “I was just bitten.”