"Is it?" Char asked in response. Those lines in the sand weren't his to draw, were they?

His hand found its way back to the wall, just as a temporary crutch until he felt a little more sure of his balance. It was a little surprising that Bulba had been able to help him up so easily; every part of him felt like it'd been replaced with lead at some point. Still, he was on his own two feet again -- and he still had all the reason in the world to try an inspire confidence that he could shrug a Toxic off easily. Char straightened up, dragging a hand through his hair. This definitely wasn't going to be the last time he got the Toxic-Venoshock treatment from Vinnie, so might as well get used to it.