He had better be going home tonight. He hadn't even registered any other possibility, but then again, his head hadn't exactly been functioning correctly. Now that he's not in the process of rapid blood loss, though, he's starting to think about the logistics.

Giving Charlie's hand a slight squeeze, he attempts to reassure him. "Ned already carried me here," he says, sounding a little sheepish about it, "I'm used to being dragged places by now."

Being carried hadn't exactly been his idea of him, but it had got him here in one piece. He has to give Ned that, and he does give him an appreciative, if pained, smile.