"Shouldn't you be taken it easy?" Billy asked, strollng in and arching an eyebrow at his twin, giving a small laugh, "Honestly, if I'd been smashed by the Hulk I'd be held up in bed for weeks, no way you'd get me out."
He was teasing, but it felt good to see them in relatively good spirits again. And standing. He'd been so afraid that they weren't going to be okay. That he'd dragged them off to this world and gotten them killed.