Feeling Luke's hand on his back has him realize just how sore his entire body is from the spasms. Still, he wordlessly obeys, instinctively backing up (almost forgetting not to do so with his burnt hand) to lean against the wall behind him. He takes the moment to breathe as if to make up for the times he had forgotten to do so.

His heart's beating faster than it ever had, maybe even more so than it did when they all walked through that walker horde. He blinks away those thoughts - he's supposed to calm down after all. Clementine's reaction is unexpected but not unwelcome, though mostly out of his own sense of self-loathing than it is her. The girl is tough, but also good. She and Luke both went back for him when it was smarter to just leave him behind. That's what he thinks anyway, but he's grateful still. Hopeful, even.

"Thanks guys," he says with a look that is also apologetic. What happened may have been out of his control but he doesn't intend to let them down or put them in danger because of his shitty luck. He looks at his hand again making a face at the blisters already forming and the skin wanting to peel off.

"Well, I'm off to a fuckin' good start."