[ He didn't say a word, focused mostly on trying to pick himself up and set himself to rights. But he did manage to get up, albeit with a measure of difficulty before straightening up. There was a soft hiss of... what was it, pain or frustration, (he wasn't sure, really) as he ruffled his hair. ]

M'not sure I understand it meself, to be honest...

[ Another breath. ]

Meant what I said though. About how I feel for you, mind. If I'd bed you though... I'd rather it not be when I've got you in this ruddy mess.

[ Quietly. ]

Believe me.