"Ew!" The moment everyone saw his expression, they instinctively took a large step back, looks of disgust on their faces.
Fortunately, his "blech" was just a physiological gag reflex; he didn't actually vomit anything.
Evan York dry-heaved a few times and seemed to feel a bit better. He looked up at the crowd, his eyes red-rimmed, and frowned. "Where is this? Why am I here? And Mom, Dad... why are you standing so far away?"
The atmosphere in the room froze at his words. After a long moment, someone asked curiously, "What's going on? Did he... lose his memory?"
"...Or it could be that his body instinctively feels he's made a fool of himself too many times recently, so he's selectively ignoring this period and burying it in some corner of his mind." As for whether it would ever be unearthed again, that depended on how strongly he resisted the memory.
