He presses his mouth to a thin line, looking away, because that actually hurt. Ezekiel leans against the UFO, taking a couple of deep breaths to collect himself, struggling to get the mask back into place.

It doesn't quite work.

"You know what? Sure. Screw it! Believe what you want!"

That's probably not helping.

"Oh, and by the way, if you ever respected our friendship? You wouldn't have tortured me!"