"No, no, just—" He lets out a strangled groan while lifting his hand to stop you from trying to help him. "Just give me a moment." He sighs, glancing towards the couch he needed to get to.

It was around midnight, he'd guess. He loses track of time when hunting solo. He's pretty messed up now, there isn't a part of him that doesn't hurt. But he made it back to the bunker.

No matter how hurt he was, it wouldn't stop him from coming back to you. Even if he had to crawl the whole way back.