He exhales on relax, yeah, all right, good one. The short sharp sound is almost a laugh. Then there comes that slow twist, and Matthias breathes in just as sharply, holds his breath and sets his teeth.

At first he holds. But the twisting goes on, wrenches a grunt of pain out of him, from deep deep down. There would be no stopping it. He would stop it, if he could, but he can't, and he can't get away from the pain of it, white hot and slow and then, click, and that hurts too, Matthias actually gasps at that. Then it starts to clear. His shoulder still feels cloudy, and painful under that, the sick deep feeling of a bruise but by about a hundred. His sight starts to come back into focus and he spends a moment unscrambling himself, breathing, trying to get back together again.

After a few moments, he shoots a glance up at Lukas.

"Thanks."

Surly, but he does mean it. He's sixteen. What do you want.