"Fine like--" But he didn't even get a chance to finish the phrase before he started to cough again. Much as he was (somewhat) fond of Levi, he didn't trust anyone enough to remove his face around them, not even if they promised not to look.

Instead, he pulled up just the edge of his face, enough so that he could breathe properly. He was gonna have to handwash the fabric once he was alone to make sure there were no fumes left within it that would continue causing him to deteriorate. Right now, this was the best he could do.