It was part of why he hated lying, even when he had to. Sure he could be damn good at it, Bruce trained him well after all, the streets even before that, but deep down he hated lying to the people he loved. And as much as he wished he could bury himself back down in that six feet of dirt, that would help nothing and no one. Namely, not even himself.

When she pulled his face her way, a slight look of pain flashed in his eyes, he was tired and grumpy but, just a simple touch made something in him flutter. He started to reach up to move her hand away when she touched his busted lip, but she moved it on her own.

"Winning's winning, and winning is all that matters right now." He admitted, just a tired admitting that he needed to win even if he knew it was bad.

"Hana, trust me, you don't want to know. Your happier not knowing. But, don't think like that, I'm not mad at you... not fully, pretty pissed about that wake up though." He grumbled the last bit shifting a small glare her way before letting it fall away. He hated looking her so hurt.

"Its completely a me problem, not you. You did everything right, okay?"