"Kind of wondering -" he isn't going to turn down some moonshine, and definitely not now, and the swigs he takes might be a bit too generous, grimacing at the sting. "- if it would have been a little neater if I hadn't."

He isn't saying he's going to be doing anything so drastic as attempting a reset now, or that he wants to give another shot at the death loophole, but right now he'd take a mouthful of sand over feeling like he just got run over by a truck.

He waits for Doc to return back down the stairs, and he almost laughs if the act itself wasn't so damn unpleasant, pinpricks in his lungs. "Well, I heard the crack," stiffly, he grabs the edge of his sweater, hikes it up just enough. He hadn't seen the damage himself, and while there hadn't been too long a time between Coulson sweeping him up and coming here, the starting of red bruising was already more than evident, spindling out from his side. "Any chance they aren't broken?" It all still felt the same level of shitty.