*repeating himself mumblingly (albeit taking most of his weight off your shoulders—he's more or less okay if he doesn't have to do anything crazy like pause or change direction)* Sorry. I'm sorry. I meant to have a couple. Or. Like. One. 'cause two and I'm...a little...
*makes a seesawing gesture with his hand as if to say touch-and-go and that throws off his concentration enough to make him stumble a step* *morosely (oh, but the fresh air feels nice, at least)* Sorry. How many. Oh my head.