Much rubbed his arm halfheartedly, thoughts from the park about not being missed swimming like sick fish through the murky waters in his head. "Oh this time you thought I was dead," Much grumbled, although he said it without any of the heat he'd usually use when he felt hurt. This time he said it on his way to the couch, so he could flop down on that. Bed would be better, but... shit, the length of that hallway. Who could handle that? The couch was right here.