[He... He's what? He has half a mind to try and get up and go fix whatever's coming apart, but by the time Diarmuid scrambles back onto the bed, he's sat himself the fuck down and settled in to make sure he doesn't bleed too much.

Cu can't say he's entirely pleased to have Diarmuid up in his space all of a sudden, but he figures shoving him off wouldn't have the greatest of outcomes.]

...I don't see anything?

[Maybe he means that metaphorically?]