"I feel like shit. At least I match," One corner of his mouth seemed to try and work itself into a smile, although it fell short at 'sneer', so he abandoned the idea.
"So eager to get your hands on me," He muttered, mostly to himself, as he slid through the water to sit up more fully, turning his back towards her. If he seemed half asleep, it was because he was- between (relative) months of constant fighting, then willing himself back to Earth, then starting the slow process of stitching his body back together, he was exhausted. And unlike her people, he didn't have a cure-all drink to help; it was sheer force of will, that had him remaining upright at all.