My gundam has a sense of humour, thought Duo, with something like exhausted pride. Should've known that was catching.
He should eat -- he could feel the ration bars he'd brought digging into the back of his thigh -- and probably drink and definitely fix up his feet.
That would be sensible.
Instead Duo moved a little to get more of his side in contact with Dick and looked up at Deathscythe.
Big shiny metal buddy.
He smiled faintly and found something almost like a laugh. It was a little raw, a little rough, definitely hurt to do, but it was better then anything else. "Do another one," he urged.