[The one with the bookcase. Okay. He nods and tells himself to move toward the other room. Only, he doesn't.

Come on, Teo, calm the hell down.

She comes to his rescue, zeroing in on his hair and making him laugh. Same choking sort of wheeze, still amusement. His head shakes.]

Last I checked... I was... pretty young... twenties feels right...

[He considers an excuse, but the best thing is honesty. Sort of.]

My hair went... sometime after... the outbreak... stress?

[The stress of dying.]