He rolled his eyes at the insult, shifting them so that Eliot's head was on his chest "Asshole." He sighed, tugging at his sleeve. "I need to get you out of this shirt. Got blood all over it, plus it would be easier to check the bullet hole." He thought about it for a moment. "You mind me ruining your already ruined shirt?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling a bit as his thumb brushed the mark on his neck slowly. "Since this place is a little nicer we actually have a kitchenette so theres actually real food. If you still can't get up and you get hungry tell me."