"Uh, no!" he says, though he doesn't sound all that confident. "No, nah, I'll be fine." He nods and looks around, then reaches a hand towards the TVs. He tries to focus, tries to call up that feeling of need that comes when he's low on energy and needs to re-absorb more.

And it's just like fucking neon. He gets sort of shoved back, like the pixels are denying him, and he stumbles a little and shakes out his hand.

"No, no, no, come on," he mutters. He tries again, this time reaching out both hands. He braces his feet against the floor and grits his teeth, but—

He gasps and jerks back. He almost falls, this time, and has to catch himself on his own leg or risk plowing right into Liz.