"M'fine. Fucking fine," Genma said, and reached a hand up to rub at the back of his head. "Who else is hurt? Did you get hurt? Fuck there's a huge fucking knot on the back of my head. I hit it, huh?"

Head hit explained the headache. Also the queasiness. Lying down would be good. Genma was starting to find the details of what exactly had happened on the bath becoming just slightly fuzzy.

"Did I hit my head? How come hitting your head always makes you feel like you're gonna hurl? That's such a pain in the ass. Totally unfair."

He stumbled a little, caught his balance and stared at the apartment door.

"This is my place." He sounded a little surprised to be there.

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"I think Aoba-san's worst concerns are a stubbed toe," Hayate said, slowly, glancing at Aoba. "I'm not injured, it's just my knees. Same old stuff." That was the honest truth -- they hurt with every step, but that was no injury.

Hayate glanced up at Genma's apartment door, a hint of trepidation on his face. "Are you going to be able to disable the traps all right, Genma-san?" he asked cautiously. He knew Genma's apartment was trapped -- it was foolish to assume otherwise.

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