Meanwhile, Sollux is having his own moment, as he unbuttons his coat, and starts to lift the shirt to see the hand prints. They're already there, a nasty shade of yellow. "Ah... fuck," he says, as he pokes it, because of course he can't go without inflicting more damage on his already new injuries.

"Yeah, you tho owe me for thith," Sollux complains, moving to lean against the balcony wall, as he starts to undo his shirt. "We can either do thith out here or inthide, pick or I'm picking for uth."