The laugh...helps, honestly. A laugh, and toothless mild dramatics to ease the situation, and...it all feels like home. The most he manages is a huff - it would be a laugh if he had any more energy to spare - and a soft "ohhhh nooooo" in that same dramatic tone. They're on the same page. He gets this. It's good.

(Please don't take it off, Inigo, he doesn't have the energy to be a disaster bi right now. Save it for later.)

He takes a breath and sighs it out, taking an extra moment or two to gather himself. "Better," he says quietly, because that much is the truth, at least. "Tired, but better." He might fall asleep - like this, on Inigo - if he's not careful.