"Yeah he's fine! What, he's not a pussy. He's just relaxing, fuck."
Patrick sort of shrank back into the pillows and finally it annoyed Wrath.
"You look like a scared chipmunk," she said to him, her eyebrow arched up. "Little helpless woodland creature."
Without moving, Patrick gritted his teeth together and then he said, "well I am not helpless and if you don't leave me alone, you're going to find that out." It wasn't normal for Patrick to be combative, not these days. But it appeared he wasn't going to react with fear in the face of Wrath.
"Ah, there I am!" she said with a grin. "All up inside you, just like your brother. You just hide it better. Or you self-medicate like Sloth. Alcohol, drugs? I do this," she said and she pulled her sleeve up to reveal her scarred arm, though there were no fresh wounds. Sloth really was helping.
Patrick, upon seeing Wrath scars, just frowned. He didn't look away, however.