Merritt squeezes Henley's hand - and then barks out a startled laugh as he shoots Daniel a grin. "Believe me, once was enough."

He looks back to Dylan. "You've got..." he begins, reaching up to touch his own face by way of indication - and then startles a little when he finds wetness on his own face. "And so do I, apparently."

Now that he's thinking about it, he can taste it, too, and he makes a face. "Okay, I need to..." He doesn't let go of Henley's hand but gestures with the other, too. He needs to not be flat on his back, but he's going to need a hand.