Tomorrow... that sounded... safe. "Sure," Eliot murmured, moving to push himself up slowly but not ready to get out of bed without help. He didn't ask for that though, he wasn't the type to ask much of anything really.

Though if Dean wanted that kiss, he'll have to get down and help out.

After another groan of pain from sitting up, Eliot decided that something for the pain might not be a bad idea. "Alright... if you got Tylenol, I'll take some." It was a relatively mild painkiller and didn't have as much side effects, generally speaking.