Merritt snorts anyway, appreciating the attempt, and then arches an eyebrow at him for that second comment.

After a moment, he mirrors the gesture, reaching up to rub at his forehead. His hand still feels odd, like his fingers are too big, but it's stopped hurting, thankfully. (His broken finger is another story, but he assumes that's a problem that will be fixed when he wakes up.) "So I'm guessing I freaked out the whole household," he begins guiltily as he puts that together with everything else he's noticed through this.