[Wally heaves a sigh through his nose, but that he's not just running his mouth immediately at least means he's thinking about it. He is, he really is. And he gets what Dick is trying to say; no matter how urgent the issue, wrecking himself now isn't going to help. The brain operates in a diminished capacity when low on sleep, when stressed out and hungry and etc etc. He knows that. Basic biology.]
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You know I threw up? A few days ago.