"Here, I'm here," he mutters a few times, wincing belatedly at the gentle swats. He turns his head away, sinking to a side against the wall he'd been deposited by until one of his hands can think to catch himself before straight-up flopping over. His limbs feel very rubbery with the absence of adrenaline and all the real effort being done in repairing damage inside. It's weird.

"Doesn't hurt as bad," he reports, sounding slightly surprised.