"And? I didn’t stutter, babe." He goes to the fireplace, picking up a little piece of rebar to poke t the fire and lobster before using the stick to pull out the little tray it was on.

A side glance. "Shut up. If you ran so much your shoes and socks are gone, you’re gonna be hungry. I want to take care of you. Let me do that."

The lobster fizzles and smells pretty good, and Billy gets it onto a plate. "You don’t have to leave the bed but you’re gonna let me take care of you while you need it." And he heads back over to sit on the bed with the food.