While Chris prattled on, the Abomination watched him lazily. Things were calm, his thoughts were losing their amped quality. Heartrate and breathing seemed to be slowing down as well. It was like coming off a caffeinated binge (with a healthy dose of several illegal substances) to a relatively normal state.

"Sure." An agreement to a statement he hadn't paid attention to. His vision was blurring, the iris switched colors from the bright gamma to his own darker hazel and back. The red blood on Chris's arms stood out, gave him something to focus on.

Already he'd begun to shrink, while his bones cracked, broke, and realigned themselves to proper positions. He moved off the throne of boulders, fell to all fours then onto his stomach. The process was, mercifully, without pain, despite what its numerous noises might indicate. It was still an exhausting one, and Blonsky remained still, breathing deeply, allowed it to run its course.