It's too fast. He can't move that fast yet. He can feel his stomach lurching into his throat like he's about to hurl again and he tries to yank his arm free with a frustrated noise.

"I'm fine." He knows Tak is being deadly serious. He doesn't need to spend that long in the vicinity of this guy who's probably half a foot taller than him to know that he's a grade A asshole. Matt's in no shape to fight back. He doesn't want to eat a shoe.

"I'll just die here."