[ He does look, if reluctantly. He feels raw, nowhere near his usual composed self. He doesn't have the energy for any of that right now, and it shows. But he nods, faintly, once. ]
I know my limits, David. And I don't have a death wish.
[ But it's still, frankly, a terrifying thought, and his heart races just to seriously contemplate it. He can still picture the scars down his parents' arms, the unspoken stories of bad decisions. He glances away, and finally, the last of David's injuries smooths itself over. He leans back with a slow breath out, then offers out a hand. It trembles almost imperceptibly. ]
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I know my limits, David. And I don't have a death wish.
[ But it's still, frankly, a terrifying thought, and his heart races just to seriously contemplate it. He can still picture the scars down his parents' arms, the unspoken stories of bad decisions. He glances away, and finally, the last of David's injuries smooths itself over. He leans back with a slow breath out, then offers out a hand. It trembles almost imperceptibly. ]
Here -- sit up.