I was a little woozy from the other shot to the head.

[ Clusterfuck, thy name was Clark Kent that night. But when Giorno mentions having his throat harmed, Clark immediate looks there. Not to gawk or to comment, but the way one might if it was possible that Giorno was still harmed. With concern. He settles back against his bed, clearly just a little relieved, once he gets visual confirmation that Giorno's still fine. It's a silly, emotional reaction, but he's a teenage boy with his heart firmly on his sleeve.]

I was trying to stop a bunch of robbers who'd killed a convenience store clerk just outside of town.