[ He trails off, wondering if he wants to know the answer, before he huffs out a breath. He rolls his shoulders, shifting a little – because he assumes she means, like, muscle pain? Maybe she's remember she punched him or something? – and when he does everything without much difficulty, he gives another shake of his head.]
Nothing's wrong. I'm fine.
[ A pause, then he adds on with a wince, rubbing at his temple. ]
no subject
Then he closes it.
Then he just sort of. Stares at her. ]
Why would my...?
[ He trails off, wondering if he wants to know the answer, before he huffs out a breath. He rolls his shoulders, shifting a little – because he assumes she means, like, muscle pain? Maybe she's remember she punched him or something? – and when he does everything without much difficulty, he gives another shake of his head.]
Nothing's wrong. I'm fine.
[ A pause, then he adds on with a wince, rubbing at his temple. ]
Aside from my brain trying to blow itself up.