without saying a word.
you just try to stand still between postures, facing forward, in the mirrored room with sweat dripping in your eye.
you try to breathe through your nose and focus on your gaze.
but the one guy in the back will simultaneously be losing gallons of water off of his body at once. like a waterfall, it will surge.
so your eyes will avert from your gaze and to the spectacle. and so will hers. and his.
and then, as you're getting ready to gaze back at your third eye or whatever it is you're supposed to stare at,
your eyes will all sort of meet in the in between.
and without saying a word, or moving a muscle, you will all know.
the buckets of sweat guy is grossing everyone out.