[Jin's joke gets him to crack a smile even though his body aches after all the abuse he's put it through, and he shakes his head after laughter bubbles in his throat.

One gloved hand gingerly rubs the back of his neck as he hides a cringe with a bright grin, breathless from both the sudden uptick in mood and the physical agony.]

My knuckles, man! I meant my knuckles.

[Jin's offer is so rational, he really should take it.]

Nah, I'm good. Losing a lil' beauty sleep won't keep this guy from bein' supa fly.

[don't point to urself

u can barely bend that finger]

I'm ready to kick some ass.

[His own, apparently.]