"Yeah," Chase agreed, folding his arms around his chest and chewing on his lip a little, pretty sure that almost everything he'd said so far had probably been pretty stupid. At least he knew that no one currently in the room would judge him for it. "Yeah, no sense in repeating yourself a million times. We're just glad you're okay. And, you know...here. Not that-" He clamped his mouth shut, knowing he was about to go on a rant about how he'd wished Reginald had gone home, but figured Reginald probably wished that even more than he did. "I don't mind going to get you tea, Reggie. Or food? Have you eaten anything? Did you wake up with an IV again?"