I hauled Harry up and all but dragged him. The sirens were getting closer, and the last thing we needed was to be thrown into interrogation. Or a hospital, in Harry's case.
"You're lucky it's me," I muttered, "I'm the only one who could haul your ass out of here."
He didn't respond.
I felt a spike of worry. "Harry?"
"Tired," he mumbled.
"I can tell. Usually I wouldn't be able to get you to shut up."
"Snark," he said, "Snark, snark. Star Wars. Snark," Pause. "'Bout all I can manage right now."
I smiled and stopped worrying. "That's fine."