He squints down at his leg like it's the bane of his existence, which it toally is right now, it's fully stopping him from doing all sorts of wonderful things, how dare it, this is an outrage. "My broken bone is an a-hole."

He makes a face that can only be interpreted as oops and gives an near comical shrug. "See, I thought that was the kinda thing you'd know. Maybe Chuck does." He probably should have been paying attention when the doctor was talking, but he'd been too busy poking at his brand new cast at the time and in his opinion, that takes precedence. He notices the way she's looking around, probably for her clothes, and has a very brief internal battle with himself before pointing behind him. "Tossed your shirt behind the couch. Not that, y'know, I'm super desperate for you to put it on or anything," he tells her, planting a firm hold on her hips. Because he's not. At all.