Well, now they were looking at him-- he could feel it-- and he couldn't have that. Despite his soreness, he sat up, covered himself with his hands, and faced them awkwardly. Oh Maker. He had hoped he'd been kidnapped, but Nerva was here, and... shit.
"..I'm," he said flatly, looked around, couldn't see his clothes. "...going to go now." He leaned forward, tugged a blanket from the bed, threw it around his shoulders with one hand, and clamped it shut in front of him. Then he got to his feet, trying not to look at either of them.