[He only gets about a half a second to process the realization that they're going down. Oh, god.
He isn't one to often be shouting but a yell gets away from him on the way down, before it's muffled in the warm substance, all over his clothes, his face, hair... why.
Sticky, he tries sitting up again slowly, tasting a lot of it in his mouth.] ... I suppose now I can't quite deny it isn't good. Just not how I pictured trying it.