Not if I do it first.

[Len arches a brow at Kabal, eyes flicking over him.

His bed-partner isn't looking so pristine himself.

They really are two of a kind.]

You're one to talk. Looks like you sprung your own leak.

[Len makes to grip onto the nearest utility shelf, attempting to haul himself to his feet, but his hand is slippery with blood.

He's not coming out of the closet with his pride intact.]

Gonna help me up, or are you gonna stand there contemplating your failed career in medicine?