The concerned crankiness is oddly comforting, coming from Sunshine. Her being outright delirious had been scary. Now that she's safely recharging her batteries he can relax a little, and he does, scooting down in his chair so that he can rest his head against the back. "I'm not dying. I'll be fine." At some point in the future he'll be fine. Now, not so much. The hole in his chest is gone, but he doesn't particularly want to look down to check. He's covered in his own blood.

Instead, he lets his head tip to the side so that he can look at her. It may be best not to actually talk about any of that at the moment. Instead, he decides to bring up what she'd said in the elevator. "Boyfriend, hm?"