Squirming his way free of Beat, Eugene offered him a hand to help him up. The grimace of pain hadn't been missed and Eugene hadn't realized until after that doing that, Beat had hurt himself. "You okay?" it was a little hesitant, because part of him, the larger part, felt immediately bad for Beat.

"I can get you ice. There's lots of ice." the chill out here, the snow and winter, he never thought he'd have a legitimate excuse to shove snow down someone's shirt.