"If I tell you that I was never actually a Boy Scout, would you be disappointed?" Steve's smile was a little lopsided, but genuinely friendly. He stepped in and reached into his coat, a little awkwardly. Clearly, he wasn't used to sneaking around. Guilt was written as plain as day across his face.
"I couldn't find any Delicious Pudding, so I just got you the Jello cups. Dulce de Leche. I thought the hospital would have chocolate already."
He offered out the pudding cup and the book. "I'm glad you're okay, Tony. It really hasn't been your month, with the car and now this."