"Of course. I remember-- oh god. I bit you." He can still taste the blood in his mouth. He struggles to sit up, horrified, but gives a little whimper and gives up after a beat. Still too many broken bones, and his head is admittedly swimming a little. At least it's enough that he doesn't even notice the potential awkward for having his head in his friend's lap. "Are you all right? Was it bad? I only-- it's fuzzy--"