And he adored her. He adored lots of things. Not that she wasn't very special, but Goth had always had a knack for romanticizing things, something that no doubt came from those buried roots in literature. Still, he did adore his Lena. And it made him smile to see her happy, whether he was in love with her, or not. "I'm fine. And yes, always bitching, that one. But-"
He settled himself on the floor, rather than the couch, and looked up at her. Goth liked floors. "I'd rather talk about how you're doing. Your ankle and everything. Are you going to be- couch ridden much longer?"