[ Typing with one hand hadn't been all that easy, and the effort left him tired again. He feels bruised all over, his head on the crook of his arm, but he opens his eyes as soon as Sigma has reached him. When he lifts his head he goes to smile, but grimaces instead. He's got an impressive black eye, the socket bruised and ugly, and he lifts his hand for help getting into a seated position. ]
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Thanks, man.