"I think it's in your pants," Gray said casually. "It poked the hell out of me last--" He stopped himself as he took Addy's hand and awkwardly pushed himself up from the floor.

"Why would I tell him, I-- Of course you don't." He straightened up. He acknowledged that, yes, getting hit in the head with a lamp totally stopped Addy from killing him.

He should be thankful, right?