[There's a moment where he stares, quite blatantly. That moment doesn't really end because Alex has the bashfulness of a doorknob and "professionalism" doesn't matter right now. Not when he's already neck deep in the looney bin -- wonder what kind of drugs they're giving him right now if this is the kind of shit he sees.
He groans, rubbing his eyes. Zelgadis is still there when he looks again.] Dude, you should really get that looked at.