That didn’t take long. Apparently, the thousand yard stare got boring. Robbie smiles a little. He didn’t have to cause a powers-related distraction. “Hey, Kid Nova.”

The scrutiny makes him more uncomfortable. He knows he’s not breathing deep enough yet, but forcing a deep breath will make him wince. He’s not going to try to pretend and make it worse.

“I’m okay. Everything's stitched up and accelerated healing gooed so you can’t tell at all.” Robbie hikes up one side of his shirt, to show off that there aren’t even stitches anymore. “I think that goo fades the old stuff too, but it could be in my head.”

He lets the shirt drop and, while he’s fumbling it into place, adds quietly. “Don’t be. I know it’s not the hammer’s fault. Doc tells me that a lot.”

Robbie doubts Rich will listen, but he says it anyway and reaches over to touch Rich's good shoulder. "Nothing to be sorry about."