He shakes his head a little. "No, that's a bad idea. If he expected to get the, um, splinter back I wouldn't have it in me anymore." And he's not at all eager to touch it again. He idly wonders where it is, whether they left it at the other place where they cured him or if April PINpointed it to her safe, but decides that it ultimately isn't important so long as it isn't near him.

He's a bit disconcerted to hear that the meteor didn't have any sharp edges, because it actually hurt, like a knife slicing through his fingers. "That makes sense." He looks up at April. "It didn't hurt you? Just me." He's not surprised, because it's kryptonite, and it always acts different with him than with other people.

He finally feels he has enough energy to sit up, so he does, carefully. He feels as wobbly as a newborn calf, but he's slowly getting better the longer he sits in the sun.