Chase leaned back against Kiley a bit carefully, trying to get most of his weight against the back of the booth, but still wanting them to be pressed as close as possible. He nodded in response in response to Kiley, sighing a little. "Yeah...haven't been taking much. Usually just before bed. Should've brought some."
He glanced up to Tobias as he came to help, shifting a little to give him better access. He trusted that Tobias could do it with as little pain to him as possible, which was good considering he wasn't entirely sure he could bend over and do it himself at the moment. He felt old now that he was sitting there. "Thanks," he said to Tobias, then glanced over the edge of the booth towards Pam. He couldn't even muster any annoyance at being called some variation of 'weird' yet agin.
"It's okay," he told her. "That's...kinda what it's there for." Certainly not for Pam, but it had helped Kiley. "It's not weird. They take stuff from the house all the time to punish us, or...test us or whatever. Should have somewhere else where we're keeping stuff if we need it." That was at least partially the truth, and as much as she needed to know.
Oliver had seen that Tobias was moving in to help Chase through the dividing window, and took that as a sign that it was okay to linger in the kitchen for a few more seconds to snuggle up to Edwin. He playfully pressed the improvised ice pack lightly against Edwin's side as he stole a nip at the man's neck, then slipped away again before he could be retaliated against.
"It's not a bad idea," he called as he wandered back into the dining area, and the conversation. He knew it was as unlikely that Chase had gathered all of those supplies for everyone as it was that They had no idea it was there, but it was something. "Twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off, though I'm sure by now this is an old hat." He planted the paper-tower-wrapped ziplock bag filled with ice onto the table, nodding at Chase's quiet thanks, then headed back towards the kitchen to finally help with breakfast. "