"I'd rather be unconscious," he muttered before giving Edward an exaggerated pout. "How can you not remember me tenderly and lovingly stitching your stomach closed while lecturing you on letting small teenagers get too close to vulnerable areas?" He managed to make his lip quiver for a moment, before snorting and taking a last long drink, setting the bottle asleep.
"Alright, so I actually called you a moron and then slapped you every time you tried to lose consciousness, but I liked my version beter...owe."