...but what if I need it too? [He just hoped Youth didn't get his cold.] Yeah, sure. [His enthusiasm was tiring, though reassuring and a little encouraging. Just a little.]

[Bell made it to the room without incident and settled down on the bed, trying to situate himself on the pillows in such a way that he was propped up. Accepting the water and pills, he drank them down and rested back against the pillow, closing his eye.] So...I guess you have things to get back to, huh? [Not that he wanted Youth to leave; he just didn't want to monopolize all of his boyfriend's time with playing nurse if Youth had more important, or more desirable things to do.] ...or...can you stay?