He's curled in a fetal position, sides heaving like a snared rabbit.

But Al's words do seem to get through at least, and his eyes slide over to stare at the older boy over his shoulder, even as he continues to pant shallowly. Thankfully, it starts to slow before it heads into hyperventilation territory.

"... hh.... h'you..."

... Still too out of breath to talk properly, though.