Tommy makes a grumpy little sound when Billy pokes him.

"No," he says, but after a beat of feeling Billy's stare burn through the back of his head he adds, "... yeeeees a little. People were paying for blood and I'm a speedster and whatever that'snotimportantIthinkIgavetoomuchandnowIfeelbad."

He's trying to put on a show of being mostly okay, but the slow increase in the speed of his babble indicates that he's not quite in control.

Tommy's life is just a continuous cycle of woops.