"Aaah. I didn't come to interrupt." In spite of the fact that he had. Most loudly. "Just came to make sure he was alright. Alright then, Rory?" Troy shuffled in, along the way stuffing the candies into the chicken hat. He dropped both unceremoniously on the first available surface.
"Brought you an offering! Nothing says get well like a-- fine, that's a lie. Many things say 'get well' far better than a chicken hat. Flowers. Balloons. Cards that have 'get well' written on the front of them."
Troy trailed off. He was so the third wheel in this situation. A wise man would've politely left? Troy? Troy hovered in the corner like a bird that had flown in the window and couldn't figure out how to escape again.