You ain't alone in caring for him is all, sugar. I know somehow everyone's got the notion that I ain't fit to carry on a conversation, but I've never dropped the ball with him before, and I'm not about to start now.
I stitched him up when he needed me, and I called the hospital for him when he needed me, and I went up and made sure he was sane on Valentine's, and I got the man into Piedmont, and I can take him out for a cup of coffee without the world caving in on itself. I ain't scared of Vaughn, or of nobody else.
You ain't on your own in this, Vlad. That's all I'm saying.