The last thing he wants is for Jaime to see him like this. It doesn't matter how nice his hair looks if he also looks like he's on the verge of death. Why was he suffering to impress a straight boy, anyway? Before he even slathered this shit on, he already knew his efforts were in vain. But maybe that's what Ennis liked about it.

"I'm-- ... fine!" he pants out the most blatant of lies. He is not fine. He is the opposite of fine. Ennis gives a sheepish laugh and shakes his head before looking back to Jaime. "Okay-- yes... I've got a cramp in my side and I feel like I'm dying." He places the back of his hand to his forehead and looks skyward. "I can see the light... Father, is that you?"