"Hardly the worst of it," he noted wryly. But he wasn't going to show off his stitches. Some people couldn't take looking at wounds like that. It made them sick. "You must have not been in Circean Delight then." It was kind of easy to tell by the minimal amount of damage. Every one in Circean was way worse off. Especially those that'd been on the balconies.
He shrugged the shoulder that'd popped. It felt better now - not as stiff, "Well, as long as they don't try to make me lay on my stomach..." But he didn't elaborate and pushed off the wall with a sandaled foot. Yeah, he was wearing sandals with jeans. At least there weren't any socks.
"Jamie," he smirked at the mention of his shirt, "Yeah, I'm trying to use my shirts as predictions now. The night the boat went crazy I was wearing one that said "I'll Take the Physical Challenge". Talk about your oracles." Jamie laughed at himself even though it hurt. Of course, it hurt to breathe so whatever.