"Or it could have severed you or me or both of us!" Stan countered. It wasn't like he didn't take risks.... well okay maybe risks was a little extreme, Stan did things impulsively at times, but he always was aware of what the potential outcome might be, he didn't just shoot the shit and see where the chips landed. It wasn't how he worked, he didn't know how to function like that. He enjoyed order, he liked routine, it was part of why he was so good with numbers they always had an order, there was always a way to figure them out you just had to make sense of the order.
But it was becoming painfully obvious that Octane had no order to him, he was all over the place even when he was attempting to sound reasonable for just a moment. Stan practically winced when he feigned running a second time only to pull up short and claim kidding.
"It's fine," He said with a sigh, "It's fine, we'll figure this out and then we'll get rid of it and everything will be fine." And Stan absolutely was not even going to begin to entertain the idea that they might not be able to get rid of it.
But clothes first okay, clothes were necessary, he wasn't about to follow around a guy in a towel all day. "Yeah okay, let me just... shoes." He said after a moment, and a jacket too, because well it was cold out. After he grabbed what he needed he nodded, "Okay, let's go see this bathroom of yours, I don't think I actually believe it exists."