[Unfortunately, he's just riddled with injuries. They're all bandaged and hardly fresh - days old, still recovering - but at least he's awake, alert. He glances up, and for some reason your blond hair makes him wince. But he doesn't move much, doesn't find any effort to shift his arms that have been sitting, crossed, on his knees.]
... I'm alright. Just, uh. [well there's really no way of lying without looking silly, but this is honest enough - ] Resting.
[In the rain, injured, looking depressing as hell.
[Action] you're late to the party, so you don't get drinks with little umbrellas. /armcross
... I'm alright. Just, uh. [well there's really no way of lying without looking silly, but this is honest enough - ] Resting.
[In the rain, injured, looking depressing as hell.
Ah well.]