[Peter clicks his teeth together, shoulders squaring off a little in a quiet kind of frustration.

Several different answers just get stuck in the back of his throat. Nothing particularly good, or conducive to the situation. Peter doesn't want an argument, he doesn't want any of this.]

I've been taking care of myself, Leo. I can handle a few bruises lasting longer, if it meant I was actually doing something besides sitting here and then sitting out there.