Tall, gangly, and currently sporting a gash on his scalp that's just crusting over, Iggy looks to Stephen with wide eyes. He immediately starts tugging his sweatshirt off, revealing pale skin.

"I always do what hot older men tell me," he says as he tugs it over his head and tosses it aside.

He looks at the shirt. Then at Stephen.

"Holy shit, are you okay?! Your shoulder looks a little, uhm. Not awesome."

On the ground the black goo starts crawling off the sweatshirt.