"Yeah I got plenty of groceries. Enough to last at least a couple of days. You got a stack of steaks in there almost as long as my arm so you should be good on those." He put his finger on a number, looking up at him. "You good with chinese takeout? Or would you rather have pizza?"

He switched pages between two different menus before looking up at him. "Come back here." He patted the bed in front of him. "I wanna check your back." He also held up a bottle of water for him, smiling with relief that Eliot was moving around.

"Gonna hurt for a bit, but thats normal. Fuck I'm just glad you're better."