It doesn't occur to him until Sam's standing in his living room that he was supposed to buy snacks. He was supposed to buy snacks and that's why he'd been out in the first place, before he'd gotten his ass handed to him by some jerk. Now, he has no snacks, and a broken face, so he's down nil for two.
"Thanks," he says, taking the beer gratefully and pressing the cold bottle to his cheek for a moment before he takes a swig. He feels like shit, too, but at least there's beer now. "It's this new anti-wrinkle thing I'm trying out. No good?"
He'd managed, at least, to bandage his hand by himself, though being one-handed it's a pretty sloppy job. The last thing he plans on doing is going to the ER though. For one, Lila has fixed any actual broken bones, so there's no point. Plus, they'd probably ask how he fixed the broken bones, and that's not his secret to tell. Plus, he'd have to admit he got in a fight with a giant made of steel and lost in about three seconds, and that's kind of embarrassing.
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"Thanks," he says, taking the beer gratefully and pressing the cold bottle to his cheek for a moment before he takes a swig. He feels like shit, too, but at least there's beer now. "It's this new anti-wrinkle thing I'm trying out. No good?"
He'd managed, at least, to bandage his hand by himself, though being one-handed it's a pretty sloppy job. The last thing he plans on doing is going to the ER though. For one, Lila has fixed any actual broken bones, so there's no point. Plus, they'd probably ask how he fixed the broken bones, and that's not his secret to tell. Plus, he'd have to admit he got in a fight with a giant made of steel and lost in about three seconds, and that's kind of embarrassing.