A grateful nod after Rain had finished, and Chas prodded the band-aid somewhat curiously. The ‘ouch’ his brain signalled him made him take his hand away again, though. Still, couldn’t be too bad, he gathered.
Pet the animals? The boy suppressed a sigh. If they wanted to be acidic, they could preferably keep that for a time when none of them looked like dead warmed over. Or when he didn’t feel the part, at least.
Given half a chance, he’d opt for collapsing at the first opportunity – wherever and whenever it was safe to do so, that was. The exhaustion was just beginning to start nagging with an undeniable force, and even though he tried, he wasn’t sure how longer he could push it. John sunken on the floor with yet another cancer stick wasn’t the best sight, either. And he wondered just where Rain took all that energy from.
“If anyone has a couch to offer, I’ll go for that.” He then decided, raking a hand through his hair. Mhm, a couch would be heaven.