He just lets her take his arm and do whatever she wants to it - as if he's barely aware of it at all. Mostly he just tries not to look - afraid that if he does, his skin will just start sloughing off under her fingers.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. Okay. Naomi would be able to make sense of this, if anyone could.

"... I woke up, in the middle of the night, and I was drenched." Slowly, carefully, trying not to think too hard. "Never been so thirsty in my damn life. So I - I went to go get myself some water, right? Only when I got there - my skin was just kind of hangin' off my face, and when I tried to grab a glass of water, my fingers wouldn't work. And I heard - voices. Like they were right god damn there, I heard 'em--"