[ A tired sigh as he might stop in his motions to get up from his seat. His legs feel weak, like jello really, and he can't help but sit back down again wincing as his arm shifts in the makeshift sling around his shoulder. He can't even tell Adele how grateful he is for her not pressing or prying into his reasons for this. He can't really form words that would convey the utter gratitude her actions leave him with. It's something that's always hard for him, especially when people show him such kindness. Though really he should be used to such things by now.

He'll look over his injured arm and motion to the very top of his shoulder to the ball and socket joint of the scapula and his left humerus. That's where the most pain is. More than anywhere else really. ] It. It hurts r-rather a lot right there. W-When I, ah, g-got hit I think it, it might have broken it.

[ He bites his lip looking at his arm and reliving that moment for a brief second before looking back at Adele. ] The rest of my arm just hurts a little. B-Buzzing in the back of my head hurting.