"Huh." That doesn't even sound that bad. He wouldn't mind a group hug. At least if they were... already in some weird memory dimension, touching him probably couldn't make it worse. It's a little funny to think that a group hug saved Manhattan, but still. Kind of nice, in a way.

"That's how we ended up in a pile on the ground, isn't it," he realizes, because that he been-- weird, when he thinks back on it.