PERHAPS HE DOES SHOW OFF A LITTLE. or perhaps, he does have a death wish ( he already once already, really, so he doesn’t mind much ). and he is know to be the odd one in his family. he is hurt, however, is also aware that he could be worse. hard to explain some of the side effects of a pit that shouldn’t exist. even to a kryptonian. her touch is oddly steady and firm as the bandage is going around his should; he barely flinches at the pressure or the pain he is feeling on the moment. after he swallows on his alcohol, eyes settle down to the bandages and then upward, where he catches kara’s gaze. and he lingers and lingers. he keeps the gaze steady, blue against his own troubled green ones as she finishes the last couple of touches on the bandages. he can deal with the rest of the bruises once he is alone. “I would offer the same, but I think you are tougher than I am.” steel, this one. like all supes. a clear of his throat as he barely wavers to the side for a moment before he return his eyes to hers ( adrenaline from a fight is dangerous, he drift gaze toward her lips once ). “how odd is it we make a good team, uh? thought you didn’t liked me. ”