"Maybe for some people, but I don't want to frighten anyone. Not any more than I usually do, anyway." He sounds sad about that, but resigned, as if he knows it's his fault and doesn't blame anyone else for it. His fingers work quickly over the rent, pinching the skin back together as if it were clay, and when he drops his hand again, there is no more leakage. Another one will open up somewhere else eventually, but hopefully that will be under several layers of clothes.