[He barely notices any bruises, each bump against furniture and doorframes nothing more than a delay to be ignored- the way he's busy trying to fumble his undershirt off along the way doesn't help matters, either, but it's just as important to him to get it off.

When he finally lands on the bed he's totally disheveled, one arm successfully out of its sleeve, pants still undone and halfway down his hips-- but he leaves them for Henry to take care of, immediately and desperately trying to wrap himself around him.]