[If there was anything he needed right now, it was that kind of banter from Donna Troy. He's not let the entire experience unsettle him, and yet there's something that settles deep in his gut just seeing her here.

Even as he hopes like Hell that Rachel and Gar didn't come through the door next.

Smirking slightly though at the flick, canting his chin up slightly more and looking almost smug. Just because of the memories of their childhood this brings to mind for him.]

Least you aren't the cause of the blood this time.

[Murmuring the words, his mouth barely moving as he accepts the care from her.]

I admit, it really made me miss Bruce's safe houses. The amenities really don't live up here.

[He can't help but laugh at that.]

At least I'm your favorite though.

[His hand nearly catches her wrist, only stopping because of the warnings that had been made about contact. Slowly he lets his hand drop.]

Everything's okay?