Shiro snorts and starts laughing again. It's weaker this time since he can't get quite as full a breath as he wants, but it still catches in his chest and turns back into coughing. The backrub feels really nice - it's been a while since someone did that for him - but he can't catch his breath to tell Hunk that. He winds up reaching over to pat Hunk's knee instead.

Oh this was not a part of the plan, but that's okay. He'll just lay here on the table. Table's cool. Cool against his cheek. Warm blanket's still nice - he's still chilled - but cool table. That's nice too. Might be nice to breathe without rasping though. His chest feels tight.