He grabbed the pen and paper, writing everything down before adding his own list. He looked over it a moment before adding a few things, smirking. He had a stash of money in the glove compartment of the Impala, plus a small lockbox buried in the trunk from the first time they'd run into Eliot on a job. "I'm probably ordering enough to feed a small army, but I really don't give a damn."

He grabbed the phone, calling to make the order before writing down the total. He nodded for a moment before dropping the phone back on the receiver and immediately frowning at Eliot. "Like hell you will. I already paid for the room and the groceries. You can handle the takeout if you want, but I'm staying here with you. I'm not gonna make you pay for everything."

Finally he was able to move around, carefully pulling tape and gauze off Eliot. "Just hold still. I'm gonna let it breath while I get some stuff to clean you up and rebandage if needed." He rubbed Eliot's lower back for a moment before getting up.