Edward was touching his lips. Edward was touching his face. Right in the middle, it was really weird. And also what the fuck? Harvey watched Edward, wide eyed and baffled, trying to work out how he felt. Why did he keep shushing him. He frowned at Edward, letting him ramble on and trying to process... well, all of this, frankly.

"Stop touching my face." He tilted his head to the side, looking at Edward and meeting his eyes. "It's prone to infection and I'm trying to avoid sepsis."

So he didn't need anyone's unwashed hands near it. Not that he was really doing much to protect it otherwise, he should be in a hospital, getting treatment and help but it was Gotham. Only in Gotham could a patient discharge themselves with half their face missing and no one followed it up. "You really want me to punch you, huh?"