I'm certain that they happen all the time. [It's hard to fake cheer when there's so very little to be cheerful about, here and vaguely now.]

Itchy's about the only word for it. Bit odd, that. Wouldn't you think there'd be others? [Something's wrong. And it niggles and... itches at him, like the words of a song you've forgotten the words to. Like a word you can't find.]