"I'm not that sore." He mutters, taking the hand to haul himself up. Without thinking cuz, hell, why would he think anything of it he peels his tanktop off and uses it to wipe his face, scars in geometric patterns all down his left side where the suit burned into him. He's lost some muscle in the months since the fight, lost more fat since you dont' eat much when you drink too damn often leaving him lean and tightly defined muscle all right there.

Also leaves the ink on his back there for anyone that's looking. Two wings, one eastern bluebird, one cardinal red. State birds. Carolina had them too. "Kinda hungry though. You do'n anything after this? I'd like to go over what we did. What I need to work on, that stuff."