[ Don't mind the little whines and hisses; he hasn't been this hurt in a long time. ]

I'm not sleepy. And he's the one who wouldn't let me keep going. [ It's not a lie, he was ready to go after the third knockdown. Just... complications. Breathing. Things got weird. ] How often do you get thrown down, huh? Do you two spar like this? Who's lasted the longest?

[ He's not frustrated by being told to sit out a fight. Nope. ]

That crutch was built for one person, not two.