Leo kept his eyes closed and cradled his head for a while. He was sick of the bandages restricting his every movement, although moving did hurt. "How. Howwwww." He complained, his headache reminding him it was still very much there. He grumbled something under his breath before lifting his head and grabbing the end of the bandage on his arm, peeling it off. A stitched wound. Why would they bandage a stitched wound!? He dropped that one on the floor and proceeded to unwrap the bandage around his other hand- also a stitched wound. At Glory's words, he glanced at her with a small huff. "Why thank you Queen of Compliments." He said sarcastically. "Last night you looked like the only thing the manufacterer forgot to put a brain in." He scoffed jokingly, smiling faintly before resuming his un-mummifying. He unwrapped all the bandages on his arms and hands and face, then adjusted so he could attempt to bend down. Immediately, his stomach and chest both protested in a quite strong manner. Grimacing, he ignored the pain as much as he could, unwrapping his calf and foot and all the other places the best he could. Everything big was sewed up, and between those were a gazillion smaller wounds that just weren't bleeding anymore. Since he couldn't really move, he didn't unwrap the giant white cloths around his torso and chest, deciding those wounds were probably bad enough he shouldn't. "You've kept me from dying twice? I recall once." He commented with a snort, although it was probably more like 5 times. He had a knack for dying.

Leo cast a glare at her for half a second, but he couldn't hold it for long. "You could be a Queen of Complaints as well- both would fit. Also, I am relieved to have lost that title, because a much better fitting one would be King Charming thank you very much." He grinned. "And yes, don't say it, I know that doesn't have as nice of a ring." He snorted, running a hand through his hair, but feeling much better now that he wasn't encased in slightly bloodstained fabric. At her question, he arched an eyebrow. "I know you don't think I'm the brightest, but Glory... ouch." He feigned offense as he shook his head slowly. "I'm not that stupid. I am not leaving, now half because I don't want you getting more hurt because you were silly enough to follow me. However, I do understand that now there is no imminent threat, so I have no reason to go gallivanting off, except for my own happiness. Which would be dashed as soon as I feinted from pain." He rolled his eyes, readjusting with a wince, and pulling his leg up so he could bend his knee. Everything was aching, but it was nice to at least bend his joints. "To add onto that, there is no way I'm staying in this stupid bed for more than another day, and that'd be pushing it. Don't even try to stop me." Leo huffed. He had always hated this room, the many many times he had been in it. It smelled like medicine and it was far too white. There was no blood, even though patients only came in when they were badly injured. It was too clean, and at the same time, he swore he had never seen them wash the covers to some of the beds. This was by far his least favorite place to be in the entire universe.

The edges of Leo's mouth turned up just slightly into a small smile as she spoke. It turned into an amused snort as she continued. "Pity indeed. Hooowwwever, it'd go waaay more along the lines of: And King Charming vanquished the foe, valiantly fighting until the kingdom was safe. He now dwells in the palace of weapons, accompanied by his faithful partner, who never has to save him again, as he is never getting stabbed again." He nodded as he finished, as if putting his seal of approval on the words.

"Ahem, that was highly offensive. And I know you'll be the imminent threat, blah blah, if I wasn't half dead I could easily beat you just like I have before." He sniffed haughtily, rolling his eyes. Again, per usual, he was using the one thing he could do without being awkward and weird- AKA joking around and insulting banter- to cover up any trace of emotion he might have to face if he stopped taking everything as a joke.

In his opinion, the best way to deal with anything was to shove it all down and hope it never exploded. Granted, that rarely ever worked, but eh.

Thankfully, this wouldn't be as boring of a 24 hours as he would normally expect. Being with Glory was always entertaining, to say the least, even when they weren't actually doing anything. No fishy bar fights, nothing. Just... sitting. Still, words were the best weapon, to curb dullness and forge friendships. Without words, activities would mean nothing. He contemplated what he had said last night, and how she had responded, again chalking it up to she was drugged, as he couldn't decide anything else without physically hurting himself when his heart exploded like someone implanted C4 in it.