He could feel his ribs, and he didn't make a scene about it just yet. But seeing him so pale, and being so close enough to feel him shaking in his arms...there was something wrong.
"I'm fine. Things have been fine," he said, omitting everything that Azazel was telling him not to admit.
Look at him, how sick and weak he is. Azazel told him in his head, and he bit his lip as he looked at Alex.
"Come on, we don't want to make a scene here," he said with a half smile. "Lets get back to my apartment," he got up and grabbed the bag.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty? I have some left overs, and I have a lot of juice and all that..." he was babbling, he knew, but he didn't know what else to do.
"You need some vitamin C. I think I have orange juice or something..." He crouched again, both hands on the other boy's knees, concern on his face.