It strikes him as ironic and sad and plain wrong that he's more done in by the past four days, but it isn't strictly a physical exhaustion. It's all in his head, and his heart, twisting and turning with what could've been and what is.

He smiles, pushing himself up, and once on his feet, wraps his arm securely around Glitch's shoulders. Clearing his throat, trying to get something more out than the feeble croak of the past day, he manages a murmur. "I'm fine. How are you feeling?"

He starts walking, careful to keep Glitch's pace.