Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit
When Bilbo woke, he was a bit sore sleeping on the couch had never been one of his favorite places to crash. His couch however, was very comfortable and he'd fallen asleep before on it. He stumbled into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. He looked up, having nearly forgotten of Thorin's presence as the man shuffled down the stairs. "Where are my clothes?" Thorin demanded.
"Oh yeah!" Bilbo snapped his fingers as he hurried from the room, leaving Thorin standing confused on the stairs. When he came back, he was carrying Thorin's clothes that he'd apparently washed for him. "I think I got all the blood stains out." Bilbo said holding them out for Thorin before returning to his glass of water.
"Thank you." Thorin said awkwardly before turning to shuffle back to the bedroom. When he re-emerged, this time dressed in more than boxers and a blanket, he seemed somehow more ruffled. "Did you undress me?" Thorin asked, his tone of voice adding a harsh accusing lilt to the words.
"I did only to wash your clothes and to patch up those nasty bumps and bruises you got." Bilbo said. "Breakfast?" He offered as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Thorin nodded and was rewarded with his own cup of coffee as Bilbo set about preparing breakfast.
"And did my nephews drop me off here last night?" Thorin asked. Bilbo nodded, his thoughts flitting to the papers Kili had passed him during the nights confusion. They had turned out to be Bilbo's resume, his short stint in the doctor's office as a clerk circled in red ink.
"They did. I presume to get you helped medically without any fuss." Bilbo said casually. Thorin was silent for a long time so Bilbo took up the conversation. "It is my understanding that the wounds you suffered were from a fight, a scuffle, a skirmish. Are you going to tell me what happened?" He asked, not expecting an answer.
"I was approached by a man who wanted to buy my mine. The number he offered me was insulting to say the least, he might as well have tried to steal it from me. When I declined he threw a punch." Thorin shrugged. "You should see how he's fairing. Not that any of this was your business." Thorin added.
"Actually it is my business. I took care of you, not to mention that you were supposed to be taking me out to dinner." Bilbo huffed. He was going to add something about not receiving any thanks but thought that might be pushing it a bit much. When breakfast was ready Bilbo and Thorin ate in silence until Kili and Fili arrived to take their uncle home, insisting that Bilbo come along for reasons they would not divulge.