Her words on Michael rang really true and when he wasn't stuck in a hospital bed, he would talk to his partner more. His partner the angel. Michael, whom he had sat with on endless stakeouts and talked about ridiculous things like doughnuts and music. The archangel Michael had gone to the trouble to save him. That was a little humbling to sat the least.
"Don't go?" was Victor's immediate response to Kat's comment. He felt weak and ridiculous asking her to stay with him, but he had just been traumatised and nearly killed. He felt weak and ridiculous were justified.
"I mean...if you have to, of course. But I can rest later. Actually, I- I hate to ask, but I'm a bit hungry." And now that the anaesthetic had worn off, he wasn't feeling so ill. He hadn't eaten in two days and while he was sure the hospital was pumping him full of nutrients, he still wanted very much to eat something. "But I don't know where my wallet is and I don't want to wait until- I don't even know what time it is. Could you get me something from the cafe? Anything. I'll pay you back."