Nate snorts. "Like that's enough to do any more than just annoy you." Part and parcel of being an X-Man - get hit and keep coming back for more.

He can feel the muscles in his bad arm start to tighten up now that he's not working them, and he starts going through the range-of-motion exercises McCoy's drilled into him, even as the wry smile fades from his face.

"I shouldn't have taken my temper out on you like that, though."