"It does," Marek agreed. "Like my head's wrapped in a pillow." He offered Melinda a grin, and a little wave. He wasn't expecting her to say much, considering how her mood seemed to be and the tension between her and Duke, but that didn't bother him. He was used to carrying on a conversation while Melinda was reticent, often times to make her feel more comfortable.
He didn't intend to keep the hat, at least not forever. If Duke left it with him today, he'd give it back when he left the hospital, at the latest. But he might steal it again later at some point, just for fun. He reached out and gestured towards each of Duke's shoulders in turn, as if knighting him. "I dub thee Sir Fuckmuch of Fuckmunchery in Fuckmunchville, Fuckmunchland."