"Eh, I don't need my ankle to fuck, it's fine." He needed his ankle to fight though. And Terry would not take kindly to his champion being out of commission. He just hoped he would heal up enough to be able to get through anything Terry threw at him.
"Hey, it's not your fault, okay? I shoulda been paying more attention to what I was doing. It's just one of those things." He kissed Dean again. "Come on. Let's get in the back of your car. You can massage my ankle and then you can fuck me all better. Deal?"