"Yeah, yeah." I grumble under my breath at him. I'm sure he is. Never mind the number of times I've judged him on the intelligence or lack thereof of his actions.

He puts an arm around my waist, it feels too stiff and not actually like him thanks to the armor, but I don't try to fight him off, he'll just get more insufferable.

He's acting like I'm falling to pieces in front of him. It's a minor head wound, and if anyone should know that head wounds just bleed like crazy without actually being that dangerous, it should be him.

I sigh, but don't argue when he says he's not taking me to my lab. I have no idea where he intends to take me. He's not actually thinking of walking me all the way to a hospital, is he? Or calling a medic in at this time of night?

"You were with your brother." I point out, managing not to mumble too badly, even.