For a few moments, Marcus isn't sure what he means: he's running the hot tap and soaking part of another clean towel before he realises Midnighter's warning him.

"Wake you up from a distance?" He squeezes out the towel and comes over to start wiping off some of the blood and the run-off from whatever the green stuff was. "Yeah. I can do that. Jesus..."

Softer, a little stressed, as he takes pains not to press on anywhere that might be tender: "Course I want to stay. Near enough two months that I don't see you, and when I do you're impaled on...what is that, huh?"