[Wheatley pulls his hand away from his face and it's followed by a clear string of mucus, which he regards with a mixture of fascination and disgust. Mostly disgust. Now that he's confirmed that yes, he is leaking, it becomes all that much harder to stop. There's an attempt to sniffle, but since he hasn't exactly mastered the art of breathing through his nose, it just kind of sounds like he's trying to hock a giant loogie. Naturally, the more he tries to calm himself, the more hysterical he becomes.]

I had a functional body! It was--it was perfectly functional, and did all the things I needed it to do, and it wasn't--it wasn't this!

[Wheatley mashes his hands against his face, and here he goes. Trying for another sniff, that mostly just results in more snot and perhaps some amount of drool. Remembering to swallow is hard. Caroline's hand, unfortunately, goes ignored, but that might be for the best.]

This is dysfunctional, is what this is! How do I--how do I make it stop!?