Yep, okay, his fingers are reaching through the dessicated flesh until they find the smoothness of plastic (or whatever it is the tablet is made of exactly). Huhhh.

It probably says a lot about Paul Smecker that one of the things he considers doing in this moment is using his own tablet to text Wyatt Cain with, Hey, I've got my fingers inside another man right now.

Trolling as a sanity-preserving mechanism, yeahhhh.

He goes with a secondary option, at least for now. "Your skin is dry as fuck. Were you stuck under a desert for a couple hundred years after you died?"