Avery, dressed in the black suit part of the General Hux cosplay he’d made for a convention a couple of years ago, was more interested in when the food would arrive, but then Armaan was tugging at him and hissing in his ear. “Gah, don’t-” he said with a shiver, rubbing his ear on his shoulder. “It tickles, man. What happened??” Why the sudden urgency?