When Shiro closed in on him, he cringed and oulled himself into a guarded posture. It was reflexive considering how hes been treated in the past. Teeth flash briefly but he exhales softly.
"Okay..." He manages to agree, as opposed to being obstinate and refusing help. His heing wasn't working and he didnt feel as strong as he was supposed to be. He needed help and Shiro was willing.
He takes to all fours and heads towards the open apartment door. "Wheres your bandages?" And peeking inside.