[ He huffs at her answer, wondering what she saw going on in Sam's mind. He wonders if she looked into his if Sam's description of his cyborg brain would be accurate. Probably. He hadn't been lying when he'd told Sam he knew crazy when he saw it.
He sets the shield down and tosses the towel in the corner. He's sore and bruised from the fight, but it's nothing that won't heal in a day or more. Still, he realizes that he probably looks as much of as mess as Sam does. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and is surprised at how worn down he looks.]
I'm fine.
[ He tells himself it doesn't need to be convincing, but feels like he fails at it all the same. He grabs another towel and dabs at his nose, settling on the edge of one of the beds. ]
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He sets the shield down and tosses the towel in the corner. He's sore and bruised from the fight, but it's nothing that won't heal in a day or more. Still, he realizes that he probably looks as much of as mess as Sam does. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and is surprised at how worn down he looks.]
I'm fine.
[ He tells himself it doesn't need to be convincing, but feels like he fails at it all the same. He grabs another towel and dabs at his nose, settling on the edge of one of the beds. ]
So you were just in the neighborhood?