It's still extremely strange, getting used to being taken care of like this. It was one thing when they were in the fog, constantly injured or uncomfortable, scraping by just to survive. But this here, now, his back in pain from making poor sitting choices, being eased down onto his own bed to relieve that?

For just a moment it's overwhelming, and Jeff reaches to clasp at David's hand with his own. Looks like he might say something else, then just shakes it off, reclines himself with a little groan.

"Yeah. Or if you get tired of playing nurse's aid," he says, keeping it light even as his back first seizes, and then starts to relax.