Husk blinks and whips his head to look at Alastor again. "...Another fuckin' radio host...? I'm surprised you didn't eat them yet."

Husk knows Alastor hates being touched. He knows Alastor must first initiate the touching. Sorry, Alastor, but Husk is moving to put a paw on your forehead to make sure you're okay. Because this isn't really like you.

"You sure you're okay?"