[As acclimated as Winston is to being held by Ray, he finds himself shifting uneasily in his arms- mostly trying to courteously face away from Ray so he doesn't wind up coughing and wheezing all over his husband-to-be.]

Eh- nah, it's good, Brook just... played pattycake on my ribcage. Spat in my face some. [He rubs some of the mud off of his cheek, grimacing a little as it peels off his skin.] Don't think she's used to her new-and-improved strength. She doesn't get that- that it's a lot more... dangerous now. [Looks like he's still hesitant to get angry with her over this.]

...hey, you know I'll be fine. Even if I could die here, you think I'd do it before we got married?