[Michael makes a half-hearted attempt to wave him off, but leans into Deku's support a little until the fit subsides. It's a nasty, congested sound. When he pulls his arm away from his face, there's black gunk spattered across his sleeve for a moment, until he cloaks it with another illusion.]
I'm fine. [He's just having some trouble catching his breath.]
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I'm fine. [He's just having some trouble catching his breath.]