He's glad Steve doesn't protest, though he looks like he wants to, and he notices the blush, but he has no idea what's caused it. He helps him toward the bed, letting him go long enough to pull the blankets back and then he slips his arm around his waist once more to help ease him down onto the mattress. "I was too. But it's okay. We'll just reschedule. Now make yourself comfy," he tells him sincerely, moving toward the windows and pulling the blinds and curtains to make the room darker.
"I'm gonna grab you an ice pack for your ribs." He heads for the door, then stops and glances at Steve over his shoulder. "Does pain medicine do anything for you?"
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Date: 2019-11-14 12:38 am (UTC)"I'm gonna grab you an ice pack for your ribs." He heads for the door, then stops and glances at Steve over his shoulder. "Does pain medicine do anything for you?"