Upon being let go, Chris reached up in the start of a motion to smooth his hair, stopping just short when he realized the state his hands were in. He glanced between them and then back to Abomination, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder to avoid smearing blood across it a second time. "Um. Thanks."

He turned back to the fire, toeing a log over the burgeoning embers in hope it would catch quicker. "So it's just... that's bizarre. The spikes, I mean. The rest of your bone structure is still..." Chris looked at him, brows pinched in thought. "... and ears. Where does your hair go?"