[Dick lets out a hoarse laugh, but doesn't elaborate. It's a long story they could get into later if Dean wanted once they'd both slept and given themselves some time to process what had happened.

There was a moment where he almost felt himself dozing off while Dean got his hands on some towels, but he forced himself back to what was going to have to pass for alertness for now, accepting the makeshift icepack gratefully and tucking it against his ribs.] Thanks.

[He watches him sleepily, and kept his arm still as he started to clean up the injury, barely flinching as he considered the question. His head was pounding, but he was pretty sure it was just because he was exhausted and really needed to crash at some point before lack of sleep literally killed him. He'd been knocked around a little, but nothing that made him think yep, part of this headache is coming from when I almost busted my skull open.]

Nah, I'm alright. [And he forces a tired smile.] Believe me, I might have crashed into a building earlier today, but I'm not stupid enough to mess around with something like that.

[He was quiet for a relatively long moment before speaking again.] Thanks for coming down into port. I appreciated your help.