"Did last night not count as a break?" There was some genuine confusion in Matt's voice that bespoke to how much of a workaholic the man was. He felt more rested, so surely once his senses came back...
... which they hadn't yet. Which they wouldn't if he didn't take it easy until they did. He didn't know how long that might be. A few more hours? A day? Days? He certainly hoped not the latter, but the more he pushed himself now, the longer his recovery might be. He made a face that said he'd come to the logical conclusion on his own, but he didn't like it.
"Hopefully I'll be fine in a few hours," he muttered, almost apologetically as Kate had to help him stand. He hated having people go out of their way to help him even when they didn't mind. It always made him feel a little guilty. Like he was a burden. He knew it wasn't true, but society's standards were hard to eschew completely. "Thank you." He did know he was lucky to have her there with him.
He let her help him to the bathroom, him taking it by himself once he was at the door. He found the sink afterwards to wash his hands and then used his hands on the wall and doorframe to find his way out. He'd counted the steps from the beanbag to the bathroom and he tried to make the walk back by himself. He ended up stepping on a wrench on the floor and grimaced, cursing a little under his breath for his attempt at independence.
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... which they hadn't yet. Which they wouldn't if he didn't take it easy until they did. He didn't know how long that might be. A few more hours? A day? Days? He certainly hoped not the latter, but the more he pushed himself now, the longer his recovery might be. He made a face that said he'd come to the logical conclusion on his own, but he didn't like it.
"Hopefully I'll be fine in a few hours," he muttered, almost apologetically as Kate had to help him stand. He hated having people go out of their way to help him even when they didn't mind. It always made him feel a little guilty. Like he was a burden. He knew it wasn't true, but society's standards were hard to eschew completely. "Thank you." He did know he was lucky to have her there with him.
He let her help him to the bathroom, him taking it by himself once he was at the door. He found the sink afterwards to wash his hands and then used his hands on the wall and doorframe to find his way out. He'd counted the steps from the beanbag to the bathroom and he tried to make the walk back by himself. He ended up stepping on a wrench on the floor and grimaced, cursing a little under his breath for his attempt at independence.