The thing is, he never has been okay.
Like too many ice-coated mozzarella sticks dunked into the fryer,
Everything outside flashes to steam,
Bubbling up, catching fire, and burning anyone nearby,
Triggering angry red whelps and blisters and curses,
All of which will leave permanent marks,
And the instantly-molten inside bursts free,
Contaminating the oil and leaving nothing
But a golden brown husk.