Howard's done what good he can around the edges of the wound, so now he just applies as much pressure as he can through bandages at the base of the stump, making sure to keep the arm up. The bleeding is slowing.

It must be nice to fly. Must be nice to be able to escape things upwards instead of just side to side.

"Okay. That's good. Keep talking, Conner." It's the name he heard around the Med Bay back during that deaging fiasco, and thus the one he associates most with Kon. He tries to think of an open-ended question for Kon to keep rambling about. "You have a girlfriend, right? Tell me about her."