"Yeah," he snorts quietly, amused. "Guess y'could say that," he grits out, closing his eyes when Henry pushes his arm a certain way that his body wants to protest. He inhales a deep breath and holds it, before he exhales through his nose.

"S'not wantin' t'go past where you-ah-ah-got it right there. Anythin' more'n that hurts like'a..."