[He huffs, putting his hands on his knees and starting to heave himself up.]

You’re still being polite. I thought guys who’d won entire wars get to forget that kind of thing.

[He puts a hand on the wall, getting used to being upright, and looks Barabas over just to see if he can do it without wanting to look away. The answer is: sort of. Mostly. He gives him a little smile.]

So, you want to swing by the kitchen, then wherever you uh, put your clothes? Or is there other shit you want to do before you, uh. Change back into your human-suit?

Fuck, that came out grosser than I thought it would. I should cut back on making cracks about this shit until I can actually think straight.