[ He sees that smile, Altaïr. Just admit you're glad to see him. It's okay, he'll keep your secret.

He does, however, make a face at the other man at the not-so-subtle chiding. ]

Look. I've spent weeks staring at dirt walls and ugly-as-fuck monsters trying to eat my face. The last thing I want to do, now that I'm out, is stare at more walls and not the sunshine I've been daydreaming about for way too long now.

[ Even if he is still half-bandaged up like a bad mummy and looking like he could keel over at any moment. ]