[The way in which he sits up with a wince and rolls sharply as her hand moves to his neck is definitely not the reaction of someone who typically falls off a tall building. He moves to grab meekly at Alex's wrist, his face red with embarrassment and mortification. For a number of reasons. He's, like, 10% less drunk from the shock of her shock alone.]
I swear, I'm — don't call anyone! I don't need help. Look!
[He stands up, still a little wobbly thanks to those drinks he totally should have declined, and does a few stretches as proof. Could someone who got hurt falling off a roof do windmills?]
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I swear, I'm — don't call anyone! I don't need help. Look!
[He stands up, still a little wobbly thanks to those drinks he totally should have declined, and does a few stretches as proof. Could someone who got hurt falling off a roof do windmills?]
I'm fine, I'm really okay, I swear!