Austin grunted, slowly pushing himself up to his feet. He appeared to be rather unsteady on them however. He grasped his friend's arm, partially as something to stabalize him, using it the rest of the way to keep him still. He said," you can never be perfect Connor. If you thought of every single possible outcome, eventually it would lose all practicality of it. These are perfect in my mind, just the way they are. If I didn't pass out, it is likely that I would have pushed my own claws out, even with the gloves right there."