"...And he went out there knowing that."

Grif knew it. Goddammit.

"I'm just... going to go find somewhere to sit down," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. The panic that had gotten him here had faded. Now, Grif's body was cheerfully reminding him that he was not in the shape necessary to pull off stunts like that without paying for it later.

God save him from caring about what happened to brave, heroic jackasses with no sense of self-preservation.