He nodded weakly wondering how he was going to manage to unhinge himself from that chair. He used what strength he could to try and lift, but that arm was just as sore as his side and it wobbled throwing him back down in the seat. "Just two blocks." He couldn't get much else out and he attempted to stand again. He wasn't going to drown. He wasn't going to let death be an excuse to miss out on what was unfolding between them. It worried him because this shouldn't be the way it was.