[ from his spot on the ground, the whole world isn't as painfully fuzzy and bright. it's still horrible though, in a too-active, too-suddenly sort of way - more so than waking up in that run-down little shack in mo village, sunlight in his eyes and a boot in his ribs. honestly, he'd rather have the boot than the man's voice, the way his stomach begins to flip when he opens his mouth to reply. ]

My problem? My, you should have been here, [ he points to the sky, finger sketching through the air

it's the equivalent of someone checking their wrist for the time; he's just charting a non-existent sun ] Ages ago to trip over me, it's like you can't even be bothered to do you fair share of the work, don't you know I've been waiting and waiting just for you, just so I can trip you up?

[ both hands lift, like a child asking to be picked up ]

Now that that's out of the way, come on. Help me up, my entire body's gone wobbly at the seams.