In fairness, Octane was just talking nonsense. He was well aware that he was a special case in the sense of how he utilized a grenade in that stunt. If it wasn't for Ajay, he'd still be being called Stumpy by all the people in the hospital. He was lucky. With the stammering of Stan, Octane laughed and shook his head. "Amigo, I'm fucking with you." With a roll of his eyes he went about his stunt, which landed him on his back.
Groaning more Octane gathered his senses while standing up. That wasn't what he was expecting. "Well, we didn't know what it'd do." He shrugged as he shook his head rubbing right above his pelvic bone. It was like there was a hook that had caught and connected with the other man. Then his eyes went to the towel being held out.
"Oh right.." He took the towel but didn't quite rush to cover himself up. "What did you feel?" He asked quick but then expressed the feeling he had. Between the tightness and the yank - the sharp pain. "You think it has something to do with this place? The weird things that happen?
Catching the look on Stan's face, he looked down and realized he was still just standing there not covering himself. "Oof. My bad." The towel was placed back around his waist.