"I've got a higher kill count than you." The bandage done, Howard slumps back to the ground and shuts his eyes, hoping that being unable to see will give him a momentary reprieve from the dizziness. He holds one hand over his forehead and the other over his stomach. After a moment, he moves the one on his head down a few inches to rest over the blind eye.

"Fuck off, asshole." Howard knows on some level that it's probably, at the very least, really impolite to be an ass to someone who just saved your life. But the words that come out next seem to be immune to rationality. "Are you even going to be able to talk to him or are you just going to jump on him and start m-"

Howard pauses. What's that word? He knows the word and yet he can't seem to get it to come out of his mouth.

"-start kissing him all over?"