His vision swims and for a moment he thinks the hallways are shifting on them again, the creeping iciness in his core threatening to spread down his limbs and outward, most certainly making him do something he regrets. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a few deep breaths, straightening, using her voice to ground him.

“I’m okay.”

The more logical part of him that has more-or-less lost its effectiveness in the aftermath of the attack on HQ says that he needs to leave, get out of here before he hurts her, but his natural stubbornness still tells him that he can fight it. He’s not going to let it win, even as he feels the warm wetness of blood under his jacket.

“Let’s go.”