"Nothing you ought to do, no, except actually rest. Don't pull a me, for god's sake."

Still judging the shorts. Go sit, eat, so they can stop offending him, clearly.

"And I'm keeping these sweats." Claiming them as his. Run that ex smell out of them. Make them his. Hm. Bit more possessive than he'd normally like, especially if it's going to filter over. So let's put that thought out of mind.