[Ah, there it was. The look of pain that sweeps across Poe's face isn't even slightly forced.]

Believe me buddy, if I could, I would. Hell, when I can I will, and you can hold me to it, but you're still awful hurt.

[Awful hurt like the kind of hurt one step away from the kind you don't come back from.

Still-]

I might be able to find a chair. For a short excursion?

[That had to be safe. Air and supposed to be good for you, right?]