[He's not really any of those things. Not disgusted or repulsed, at any rate. If there's any discomfort, it gets eased away by knowing that whatever's happened, it saved Frank's life. (And Clint's, by extension.) It is freaky, though. Like, just because he's done time travel and faced down aliens and fought a robot army on a flying city and ate pizza with a talking bipedal not-a-raccoon doesn't make this not freaky.
Frank clearly feels through it. Organic. Skin, muscle, nerve endings. He traces the outline of the skull partway and then pulls his hand back again.] This cuz of the soup? [Makes sense, if people are melding and sinking into their surroundings, maybe things start sinking into people, too.]
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Frank clearly feels through it. Organic. Skin, muscle, nerve endings. He traces the outline of the skull partway and then pulls his hand back again.] This cuz of the soup? [Makes sense, if people are melding and sinking into their surroundings, maybe things start sinking into people, too.]
Does it hurt? You okay?