"It will be." Which is not quite the same thing, but better than things could have turned out. He settles back on his pillows and smiles a little dazedly. One thing he will say for the Complex's hospital, it does not skimp on the drugs. The fact that Steve is taking the time to sit, it's nice. He remembers being brushed off when the shoe was on the other foot. Not that he can blame the man. His persona is obnoxious at the best of times.

The hope that it sets off, entirely without his permission, is that Steve is looking past it. It's a nice thought. "You know what I really want? An orange. A real orange. No clue why. Never been a favourite." Something about being laid up in bed, though, the thing he wanted was an orange. "Mmmm. Speaking of, how have you been enjoying the artist's basket? I saw that you won. Was going to come deliver it myself but things got..." Busy. Nice way to put it. He shrugs. "Must be like Christmas, eh? Everything you ever wanted and more?"