When George did things like call him 'love', Padraig was going to listen, even through everything. He stood unsteadily, and then looked over at his brother. He knew his back probably looked worse that it usually did, as he had been in a haze of...whatever, and he hadn't even felt what he was doing. "Is it bad back there?" he asked, his voice slightly lifeless. "I didn't know what I was doing."