Menachem grumbled "I can do it..." but perhaps it was on purpose he made it too mumbled to be heard. He grimaced as it was humiliating but he was grateful as he leaned on both men to limp to the ride. Tristan's mention about having to clean up would have made his face burn if he was still a child who easily got flustered. He still didn't want to show his face as he took their hospitality and settled onto the tail gate and stretched out the injured leg. "Thanks.." he managed to say as he finally raised his head to look forward, not wanting to make eye contact. "I appreciate it."