Calvin lays back, the world spinning and as he weaves while still laying down (shhh, he is talented), he feels himself drained, so very tired. He had been ready to die, to save the Original 5. Not that these 5 had known him, but still... he had been willing to die for his old friends. And now... here he was. Somehow.

As Tommy comes back, Calvin groans and eyes him. "Still useful. Help me pour it on the front and back?" He reaches out for the can, his hand shaking.