[Gamzee collapses into a seat in relief, pulling his knees up to his chest to hide any embarrassing things that might be trying to happen. It's one thing to talk about it in the journals, but something else to just ... have them pop up when chatting.]

Nah, I ain't never gotten sick from anything like that, at least not since I been a wiggler. [time to change the subject, maybe? Because he's still got spots of high color in his cheeks.] How's Fred?