It's okay. I'll ignore that you said "turns out" like you weren't already aware that you would heal before you decided to take a bullet for your friend. And the fact that you're sporting more bandages than someone who was only shot once, I'll ignore that too.

[ she gives him a look, but then she's grinning too, reaching up to brush his hair back off his forehead. the idea of him literally stepping in the way of danger makes her feel a little scrambled, panicked, but he's okay. the healing thing isn't too hard to believe, not with what she's learned while researching cross-species genetics. it's only a minor comfort, but paired with having him right here, smiling like a dope, it's enough. ]

You don't have to apologize. You did the right thing. The crazy thing, but the right thing. [ another variation of "stupid, but great". one day she'l have a plaque made up for him to hang over his door with that slogan ] If anything, I should be sorry. If I was ..myself, I actually could have been there, I would have been able to help.