"Okay, first of all, creepy," I say, because seriously, who does that? Stalkers and spies, that's who. "Second, maybe I just prefer faceplanting in front of no one I know, how about that?"

That's not bad, actually. Completely not the reason, but it's even kind of reason-adjacent. I don't want to do it in front of anyone I know or indeed anyone at all, because no one's meant to know I can do it.

Except Peter. And Barnes, here, which is less than ideal, even if he doesn't seem to think I'm all that great at it.