If rushed -- and maybe she ought to rush him, considering there are more of him still on the loose -- Andrew could probably manage it now. With Daine's warm form beside him, though, it's more than a little tempting to take a minute or two to lay there and let things process. Her being in easy reach means that he soon stretches his arm out and starts patting her on the side, enjoying that fluff. Times like these, he misses his dogs.

"Right," he says at last, the thought of the dogs putting him in mind of James, which reminds him that there's still more of him out there to worry his partner with their absence. "No time for laying around. Come on!"

He chirps that last bit at her as if Daine's the one lollygagging, then eases himself up into a sitting position and braces himself against her to stand up. His leg twinges terribly when he puts weight on it, but now it holds.