That was remarkably lame.
Thyat would explain his thinness, his energy, his unceasing talk, talk, talking, and fidgeting with his nose.
When it's numb, you don't know whether it's dripping or not, it all trasnslates into a quasi-itch that has to be rubbed, scratched ot touched.
'Course, I don't really know about such things ....
I agree, rudeboy—but somehow, ya just had to keep watching til the end-—sorta like watching a train wreck, I guess.