[He would rather refuse the pillow as well, but the pain in his chest and shoulder leave him little choice. He grudgingly takes it from her and wedges it behind him and against the wall, though he has enough presence of mind to stifle the sigh of relief that nearly escapes him. It's bad enough coming here and finding himself twenty years older than she is, he doesn't need to give her the impression that he's gone weak on top of it.]
[...though to be fair, the last time this happened he was out for half a year. One day of convalescence rather pales in comparison.]
[He's vaguely relieved to hear that Connor has suffered no serious injuries, which is a marked improvement from the paranoia-induced rage he'd felt earlier--it had only been earlier today, hadn't it? He'll have to speak to the boy soon, face-to-face and without half the city exploding around them. Maybe they can clear up whatever delusions the boy has about Haytham working with the Initiative...]
[At her question:]
Thank you, no.
[Wait-]
Actually, do you see my coat laying about? I'm not sure what they've done with it.
no subject
[...though to be fair, the last time this happened he was out for half a year. One day of convalescence rather pales in comparison.]
[He's vaguely relieved to hear that Connor has suffered no serious injuries, which is a marked improvement from the paranoia-induced rage he'd felt earlier--it had only been earlier today, hadn't it? He'll have to speak to the boy soon, face-to-face and without half the city exploding around them. Maybe they can clear up whatever delusions the boy has about Haytham working with the Initiative...]
[At her question:]
Thank you, no.
[Wait-]
Actually, do you see my coat laying about? I'm not sure what they've done with it.