What do I look like, a circus performer? Don't boss me around.

[Slowly, he lowers his foot to put the tiniest amount of weight on it... and winces hard, but it's too late to wimp out now. He has a point to prove! He can do this!!

He puts a little more weight on it, makes a face like he really is about to cry, and then decides to casually lean against the nearby wall instead. It's cool. He's still fine.]

... need a minute to catch my breath, that's all. Don't you have anything better to do?