"You're flat on the floor and the wrecking ball went off to drink from the keg of glory," Nico answered. "It's pretty clear who won." She moved away from the door, approaching him slowly in case he started freaking out.

"And it's also pretty clear that you're working through some things," she continued, stopping well outside of arm's reach of him. "Including your own eyeballs. Which is still gross, even if they heal up fast."