"Seriously...glad you're back and shit, but home??" Alex croaked, giving a small groan and twisting his head away from the sun. "Can you do that? Or like...a helicopter or...something?" He pushed wet sand from his face with his uninjured hand. "A towel even?"
He was going to continue to babble whether anyone answered him or not, clearly. His own little way of assuring himself and others that everything was fine.