"Wasn't supposed to come back the first time I went down either, an' yet here I am." He doesn't want to come back again if he keels over, but Jason's not discounting the possibility of it. Even here, somewhere new, where the fucked up non-rules don't quite apply as messily as they did back home, according to the few he's spoken to already. It's fine, it doesn't matter, because something as stupid as a bar fight isn't going to take him out anyway.

Instead, he's giving Bigby a smarmy little grin, which doesn't quite work as well as he wishes it did given how fucked his face is currently. Bats his eyelashes a little, because if Bigby is going to get all sentimental on him, Jason is going to do his damn best to ruin it.

"Aw, sweetheart. I knew you cared."

He doubts it's any personal feelings towards Jason, but more a sense of responsibility this guy carries around on his shoulders. Or maybe he feels like he owes him one after Jason saved his ass that once. It doesn't really matter either way, does it? The comment applies regardless.

"'m fine. Not gonna go back and start shit again, promise."

He's in shit shape as it is.