"A drink to freedom," he corrects, nudging Eddie once. He leans in just to check his cheek patch one more time and then gets off the bed. He's forty so he groans as he does so. Maybe he needed to try that whole yoga shit.

"C'mon. First round is on you. Payment for what an awesome friend I was to save that cute, cute, cute face." He pats Eddie's healing cheek softly to be irritating.

"At least as far as you know, for now."