[Yeah, like that's gonna happen. Well, maybe not for a while, but still. Todd's a teenager: ten feet tall and bulletproof, at least until trouble actually strikes.

But he's done arguing about it, anyway. So he picks himself the rest of the way off and grumbles,]

Sure, whatever.

[He takes one hop away, then pauses, shuffling with awkwardness rather than reluctance this time, before saying,]

Hey, uh, thanks, man. For gettin' that door open and whatever.