He pressed his lips to the top of Eliot's head, exhaustion from the events of the long day finally getting to him. "Get some sleep." He said softly, carefully reaching for the lamp on the night stand. He flipped the light off, yawning and smiling.

"Who knows, by tomorrow you might not have a big hole in you. Then you can kick my ass for manhandling you all day." He smiled then, looking down at him for a moment. "We'll get you better...and get everything sorted out."