Eliot tried to help but he couldn't get his legs to cooperate, not yet. As it was his eyes were opened to thin slivers of blue mixed heavily with gold as he stumbled before he got completely carried over to the bed.

When Dean murmured into his hair, he made a soft noise, could be protest, could be agreement, but he didn't actually struggle. One thing Dean might notice though was that his temperature seemed to have gone down marginally compared to before.

There was a moment when Eliot's eyes closed completely after he was helped onto the soft mattress, but at the question, his eyes opened back to their thin slivers.

"Stay," he whispered hoarsely. He just knew that he felt better with Dean there and whether it was from some bond or not, in his current state, he wasn't going to fight it.