"It doesn't matter. You risked getting your ass kicked to save me." His fingers press at the scar before they fall away. He shrugged, taking a drink before adding quietly, "I remember waking up in the hospital assuming I was dead. I don't even remember you saving me. Nothing after that kick to the head." Or when his head hit the ground, he wasn't sure. "I just remember opening my eyes and seeing you and JC standing there looking down at me."

A little smile, but it was a bit sad. One finger played with the wood stain of the counter, trying to figure out if it was real or not. He just gave in to his own desire, hating himself for it, and let his leg touch Simon's.