Anders didn't really have anything to say to that. He could feel Bragi pushing him to rest, for both of them, but he had a near-death grip on the sofa and didn't want to move anymore. Not that he wanted to be upright either.
He absently wiped the back of his hand across his nose and stared at the red streak that ended up on it. Still bleeding then. Or maybe it had stopped and then started again. He blinked slowly.