[ She's right, he knows it, his screaming muscles know it, his bruised ribs know it. Which of course means his stubborn rebellious streak wants to argue it anyway. But his brain is too sluggish to come up with a witty retort immediately, which is probably another sign of how right she is, and he lets out a slightly frustrated sigh against her lips. ]

Would absolutely be worth it. [ Is what he mumbles, in the end, but he gives her one more brief kiss and the grunts as he rolls back onto his back. Ow.

With one arm still under her, he uses it to try to gently coax her back up next to him again. ]

Can't blame me for trying. But I guess I can wait a couple days it if means I can celebrate getting out of this room by dragging you both to bed.