"Pff. I cry when I get splinters and paper cuts. I'm still bitching and whining about aches in my scars like they haven't healed up months ago with actual medical attention." He pats his side, where the shrapnel had hit him. And where he used to have more padding.

"I don't know how you are simultaneously so terrible at lying and so good at it. It's like, this universe imploding contradiction." He turns back to the coffee though, since it is so good.