*is breathlessly, wonderingly silent for a long moment, because he definitely didn't consider this possibility (and he'll just blame that oversight on the shock and drugs, thanks)*
*softly* Okay. *his eyes pinching up with a watery little smile (you don't have to be so good to me, I wouldn't know the difference)* Prob'ly not tomorrow, um... maybe the next day? *sighs with renewed exhaustion, eyelids drooping* I love you. Shut up, Atticus.