"Don't do that," Dan replied, and would have brought his hand up to rub at his lips except for the fact that he had bones showing. His brain tried to point out that this was not a normal thing, that his flesh did not act like this, so he must be still asleep, but he knew better. At least, that was what he told himself. The creeping doubt had set in, and he had to fight it.
Fuck, he couldn't even pinch himself to work out if he was awake because the skin on the back of his hand was slightly loose and the pinch wouldn't do anything. He settled for mentally pulling his hand back together again, the rotted flesh disappearing as new layers of muscles and fat and skin came back and knitted together. The few bites of food felt gross in his stomach now, as did the coffee, but he did his best to ignore the feeling - it would go away once he went back to visit a certain Thunderbird.
"I'm awake," he muttered, "even with... that. And... and don't hit me, that's stupid."