"Shut up. I just saved your life. I'll call you whatever I damn well please," Adam said, grinning as he clapped Noah on the shoulder before moving to help him to his feet. It was a pretty fine mess they'd gotten into, and it was a pretty huge blood stain that Noah had left on the street. But he was alive, and really, that was what mattered in the end. That Angela wasn't going to kill her oldest son for murdering her best and most loyal agent in a fight of drunken rage.
"And it's nothing," Adam said, offering the empty needle up to Peter before standing from his crouched position, offering Noah a hand up. "Already did it to Claire once to help her sort out that no pain issue. And besides, it's not like anyone's going to make a habit of dying around here. I've got blood to spare."