"No, thank God, or I might actually lose my mind. I can't even rely on the elevator to get anywhere, because with my luck it'll drop me off at the penthouse floor or something." Cole figured once the stitches weren't at risk of being torn, the stairs were something he'd be able to handle.
"Lucky me," he muttered, low enough so that she couldn't hear, before raising his voice so she could. "Yeah, you're right. It could have been a lot worse."
He didn't bother getting changed to sleep, since his leg made it a pain in the ass and he just didn't care enough. Pants and a t-shirt were fine to sleep in and hang around the apartment in, so he was ready to just let his head hit the pillow and sleep. When Ileana started changing, he tried not to stare or look away, but find a sort of middle ground. They were in a relationship, after all. It wasn't like he was being creepy.
"Yeah. I guess I'm just lucky they were okay with me taking time off in the first place. Being mauled by a dog with doctor confirmation to back it up is kind of hard to argue with, though."