Now art thou what thou art

By the time he returns, Mercutio has curled in on himself; deciding to wait it out. Thankfully, the wait is not as long as he had feared. He lifts his head once Benvolio sits, and sighs. "I know," is what his eyes say, but as ever he'll try and turn the subject into a joke, even if it doesn't quite land. "Ay, well, thou hast missed thy chance to see me as fishified as Romeo. My apologies."