"Fine like my knee is?" Wally asked with a slight smile. He was trying to keep that leg as still as possible, but it wasn't easy considering how nervous he was. Tony's injury had to be just as difficult to deal with, maybe more so. At least Wally could spend most of his time sitting down (in theory anyway, in reality it was starting to drive him nuts).

"Well, duh, of course I don't trust you that much! I've only known you, what, three days now? Not exactly long enough to start spilling secrets or anything, even for me. And I don't see you offering to tell me your life story either." He folded his arms stubbornly an eyed his roommate, daring him to continue.