Hey. [Will sits back on his heels, letting out a huffy sigh that's half exasperation and half fondness. Clearly, if Mike is grinning like a loon, he isn't in agonizing pain. Then again, it could mean that he has a concussion. Again. So Will leans back in, hair falling in his face as he studies the other boy's pupils. The sun makes it hard to tell.]

I'm fine. I just got here, yeah. [Well, if we aren't counting the time spent as a....squid. Which we aren't! Because that was weird! Will reaches out, mussing his fingers through Mike's hair to get the sand out, and to check for any bumps.] But yeah, I didn't fall off a boardwalk, so I'm totally fine. Promise. Did you hit your head?

[Marshmallow, for his part, lopes over to some seaweed, drying on the rocks, and noses it aside so he can start...eating barnacles. Crunchy.]