[...look, he can recognize someone planning a morgue experiment when he sees one. He fights down his horror and all the weirdness and tries to put on a steadier, brave face. This is just temporary. Just a death price. No big deal.]

Bad idea, dude. Why don't you take it easy for a few days, give some time for that death price to wear off?

[He holds out the soda like a treat to a dog.]

I got Fanta. We gotta get to another house before lockdown.

[Don't you want Fanta, dude? Yes you do. Yes you do!]