I can't figure out if I should be concerned with his injury or the instant urges I have of him standing there. In a towel wet hair, humor in his eyes. It really is something to behold. Thankfully some part of me snaps back to where my brain should be.

"Are you alright? My god what happened in there?" I move to help him to the bed but he finds his way on his own. As he sits on the edge I have to force all my will power on not letting my eyes drift to where the towel split.

"Idiocy and clumsiness. I really should get those damn ducks Sheldon talked about." I really need a neck brace from the whiplash of moods I have been through in the last hour or so but I have to switch it up again and I can't hold back the laughter.

"Did you just make that reference? Oh my god that has to be one of my favorite episodes too!" He starts to laugh too but winces.

"I once knew a guy with the soup tattoo." he is laughing and wincing at the same time. "Then I saw that episode and I was hooked." I laugh along and it is a great ab workout but the pain he is trying not to show is showing through.

"Oh, crud Ed don't laugh like that if it is gonna hurt. Here let me get you an ice pack or something." I move for the bedroom door and he tries to protest. I Just bat it off and bee line for the freezer.

If I had taken a minute I would have been able to hear why. No ice pack, no ice. A pet peeve of mine, I hate being out of ice ever, I mean this is a high end fridge where the hell is the ice. Bending down I look at the maker and sure enough the little bar is stuck. Plopping it back into place and hearing it moan to life I begin the search for what to use. There really isn't much in here, I was lucky before I guess in my upper compartment search, here not so much.

Eventually I come up with some make shifts and rush back down the hall. I found him in sweat pants and a tank struggling with a bottle of asprin and failing.

"Here let me put this on your head." He looks at the can of oj I hand him wrapped in a towel funny but he complies. Wincing as the cold hits the bump on his head.

Getting some pills in to him and handing him the bag of peas for his elbow I settle in next to him on the end of the bed.

"So you are really into the whole taking care kind of thing huh?" I shrug at it.

"So you aren't ready to go pro in the shower dancing thing yet huh? You learn something new everyday." I sweep his hair off his forehead and check the bump. Really I just want to be close and stare at him. Checking the bump gives me a reason. I look all over his face and can feel the intensity building as his hand goes to my legs. I feel the need to get closer and go in for the mouth. Just as my lips are a breath away from his he pushes back and looks me up and down.

"Hey you're dressed!"

"And so are you."

"How'd you do that? And is that? Do I smell?" His confusion is cute and so is the grumble his stomach is making. Kissing his nose I head to the kitchen and grab the bags I left there.

"Well I tell you Angela deserves a raise for one thing." I am raising the take out bags high in the air like they are a grand find.

"Well she is an intern so anything will be a raise."

"Well then she is going to be hired first thing tomorrow. With pay. Good pay. In fact I may have to even steal her from you." He lunges at the bags and is in the center of the bed digging before I am even done speaking. He has an eggroll half way in his mouth as he gives me a death glare.

"You wouldn't dare." The words are muffled around the food but I can almost make it out, especially with the look on his face.

"Okay okay no I won't steal her but I am serious about the hire part." Climbing up on the bed too I start pulling boxes from the bags. "I needed a favor and I know damn well my own assistant is a gossip hound so I took a shot. I wanted to know what you liked to eat and figured she would know. Who would have thought Chinese from little Italy?"

"And the clothes?"

"Well when she offered to bring the food over I asked her to stop at my car on the way up and grab my bag out of my car. She really is a wonderful girl."

He nods in agrement as he stuffs some kind of meat and veggie combo in his mouth with a fork. I opt for chops stick and watch as he savors every bite. Once I got the food in my mouth I had to agree.

The conversation flows as we eat, it was like a really good date, only in bed, in sweats, with a ton of baggage in the air. But I notice we seem to be able to go in spurts, we know when to keep the bad at bay and enjoy the moment. We seem to be in sync to keep the bullshit tucked away until we can garner the strength to deal with it.

"Is Angie okay then?" I nod and shovel another bite in. "That's good. I know she is a new friend but I would hate to have her worry."

I'm not as good at it as he is though. "Have you had many of those?"

Luckily he doesn't mind though. "Friends? Well I have had friends or well people I called that but I guess no. She is been my only one I guess." That stings a bit but I am going to push that aside and put my self out there.

"She isn't your only one. I'm your friend too." The and maybe something more is left hanging in the air unsaid.