Apollo was deeply grateful for private hospitals and their decent chairs, as he slumped back into his one and let it take his weight. For a fraction of a second, Henry's OW was concerning, as he worried he might have rebuilt his spine pinching badly on the nerve, but a second later as Henry proclaimed it was amazing, he relaxed, and let a lazy cocky grin spread over his face. "Good," he muttered, raking a heavy hand through his hair, heavy lids closed. "Now if you start dreaming the future, you lemme know, right?"