Watching the little creature -- a Digimon? what's...? -- Cam's hand loosens a bit on Hoot, if only so he's not crushing the little stuffed animal.

His body still hurts and bursts of data still swarm around him-- a digital world, weird creatures, this, he's supposed to be dead -- yeah, he'd count that all as broken. "Play?" He asks weakly. "I... I can barely stand."

But he can't just say that to the little guy. It'd disappoint him, and though Cam barely understands what's going on, the cute little creature shouldn't be disappointed.

So he adds, quietly, "...right now."