"Iyi misin.. (Are you alright/okay) that’s a hell of a thing to ask me when you were they one who just eat shit on the floor and pasted out" he told the other from the bathroom he had found. "Hn.. I'm fine." he muttered as he looked at himself in the mirror of the bathroom for a second as he let the hot water run in the sink. He looked like crap to be honest and felt like it too. He grunted in as a pike of pain ran through his left leg. It was almost numb from the cold but the whole kicking a door down, carrying Greece, and tracking through knee high snow must have really messed it up. He hadn't thought about it until now when Greece brought it up, how much his body hurt. He wouldn't show it, that he was in pain through due to the thread
