This town really has done a number on us. Luckily, I'm sleep-deprived enough to not think about it too hard for the time being.

[ He's betraying himself in new and exciting ways every day, so this one feels... profound and benign at the same time. The hardest to do because of the subject matter, but also the easiest to do because it's Celeste... and Celeste gets it.

So McGillis decides to take this moment to unbutton the collar of his shirt in order to allow for better access to his throat. Don't mind that there is already a bitemark on his collar - that one was made entirely by human teeth and doesn't matter to this specific situation! ]

So we have a trade deal, don't we? You get caffeine and I get to pass out for a few hours. We're both profiting.