Alex nodded, but Rick had his bag before he could do it himself.
With his parents, that would have frustrated him, the confirmation of his own weakness. It might even have made him cry, on a really bad day. But Rick wasn't his dad. It just...felt like a kindness. Like somebody looking out for him. "Thanks," he said quietly, smiling. "And yeah, sure thing." Upstairs was a safe place. Upstairs, Lestat pointed out gently, was sensible.
He bit his lip, and, careful of over-using his own fragile body, he places a gloved hand over Rick's mouth, trying to smile. "Babe. Chill. Ok? I'm not gonna drop dead." Not today, anyway. He wasn't sure how he felt, having Rick worry about him. It felt nice. It just...felt not-nice, as well. "Now come on. You haven't even let me stand up yet."