Patrick watched Downpatrick wolf the bagel down happily, his tail wagging a million miles an hour, and then he lifted his eyes to meet George's.
Patrick stepped back, grabbing ahold of his elbow with the hand of his opposite arm. His demeanour was quite different from his usual happy and extroverted self. His sleeves may have concealed the stitches on his arm, but the shiner on his face was harder to hide. And no amount of pulling away from George was going to hide it.
"How am I feeling? Uhm...sort of sick, actually." Though he felt better now that he had a few hours ago. He had had a drink.