Once she's done, he tugs his shorts back up, careful not to dislodge the bandage, and puts some more appropriate space between them as he pulls up his pants and zips up.

In mid-buckle, he arches an eyebrow at her at her suggestion.

"How'd you--?"

Lou.

A smirk twists his lips. "Mm, I don't think that one's gonna work again. I'll come up with something -- either that or I'll just try not to sit so much. Feels a lot better, though."

He takes her empty glass and refills it with cold water, offering it back to her. "How're you feeling?"