"Hey I'm not gonna be on that side of the firing line." He dips his head to kiss David's forehead- his nose, his cheeks, his lips. "Promise. I'll be careful. Sleep in, rest up, take a day. I'll tell Kimball you needed it, okay? You've earned a breather. Tablet's got a buncha bootleg movies on it if you want."

He has to roll out of bed then, or he'd never leave. Off and scratching the small of his back while looking for boxers- digging what he needs out of an old duffle. The first thing he hands over is the tablet, the second a wireless comm hub. "Sometimes that thing gets music, so, if you're feeling lucky."

The rest he leaves till after he's gotten dressed. Scrubbed the tangles out of his hair and done a few early morning streatches. Contortions. Streatches.