"Woah. I never said me, I'm fine. I never fell asleep in a dumb box in the rain because I was pissy." Paco protested with a slight pout. "Barry is the sick one, I'm all good. I don't need to stick around." Nor did he want to, Leonard would probably kill him in his sleep or something. And that majorly creepy.

Still, the trouble was, it wasn't that simple. Barry would never stay without him. He bit his lower lip and gave Hart a look. "I'll stick around for a few too, I guess."

It was the least he could do. He turned and looked at Leonard, frowning. "... Did you seriously bring tea?"