Barbara has seen him at his absolute worst states, so she's definitely right, it's just not a comparison that says much when the bar is set that low. But it was mostly a rhetorical question anyway, and one that he's willing to shrug off just as easily, because he is fine, just sore. Would he have been less sore if he hadn't continued to push himself hard today, completely of his own volition? Yeah, probably. So it would be massively hypocritical to complain about it now.
He does smile and shake his head at the 'funfetti' comment though, because she's right there too, the bruises do turn all sorts of interesting colors as they heal, and when he's got bruises from Blockbuster those are inherently going to run the whole gamut, but he shrugs off the suggestion of finding ice.
"I'm alright, but remind me that it was my choice if you have to roll me out of bed in the morning because I'm too sore to move."
Turning toward her, hesitating just a moment as if he's considering the impulse that does cross his mind, and ultimately deciding to go forward with it, he reaches out both hands toward her, offering this time in a way where she has plenty of opportunity to think about it without the urgency of a potential tangle high up in the air. If that actually takes anything away from the significance of it. In any case he's not going to press the issue, all he intends to do is take both of her hands in his own to give them a gentle squeeze, if she accepts it.
"I'm sorry. I just... don't want to make this difficult for you." His lips twitch into a slightly rueful smile. "It's not fair that it's so easy for me."
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He does smile and shake his head at the 'funfetti' comment though, because she's right there too, the bruises do turn all sorts of interesting colors as they heal, and when he's got bruises from Blockbuster those are inherently going to run the whole gamut, but he shrugs off the suggestion of finding ice.
"I'm alright, but remind me that it was my choice if you have to roll me out of bed in the morning because I'm too sore to move."
Turning toward her, hesitating just a moment as if he's considering the impulse that does cross his mind, and ultimately deciding to go forward with it, he reaches out both hands toward her, offering this time in a way where she has plenty of opportunity to think about it without the urgency of a potential tangle high up in the air. If that actually takes anything away from the significance of it. In any case he's not going to press the issue, all he intends to do is take both of her hands in his own to give them a gentle squeeze, if she accepts it.
"I'm sorry. I just... don't want to make this difficult for you." His lips twitch into a slightly rueful smile. "It's not fair that it's so easy for me."