He was still looking at the ground as she made her suggestion. He glared at the concrete. He hated this. Hated that he was so weak. But he knew that all that would happen if they continued was them crawling to each other and slapping each other lightly if they continued to go on and kept hurting each other like this. Though he also supposed they were a bit more conscious of the damage that they were taking. Neither of them wanted to get too hurt.
He clenched one of his fists and then released it.
"... Fine." He said, still trying to move to a standing position.
"Truce, whatever. Just, get out of here then. I'll... be fine on my own." Well, he wasn't sure about that, but he might be able to call someone to help him somewhere. At least to where he could get some soft of brace or something.
He looked over at her.
"If you're seen helping me, wouldn't that look bad for you? At least, that's what I'm assuming. You're a bit too nice in that case. I'm just going to stay here for a while until my leg starts working again." He said. To the point where his leg could at least support him while he limped home a bit.
"Though I can contact someone for help too. So you don't have to worry about me." He said, giving her a wry smile. He grunted as he was finally able to move himself, at least so that his bottom was on the ground instead of his chest. He moved to one of the walls to sit up against it. Really though, this was kind of pathetic on his part.