Edwin exhaled through his nose as Oliver helped sit him up, his lips pressed into a thin line to keep from groaning again. "Fine. For you," he said, the grunt he had suppressed coming out as words. As he carefully moved toward the edge of the bed, he held his hand out to grab Oliver's shoulder, keeping him close. "Hey. Come here." He planted a quick kiss on Oliver's lips, and even managed to not say anything about needing to brush his teeth.
"I think I'll be okay standing up," he assured his boyfriend. He planted his feet on the ground, watching them as he forced himself up, and not even bothering to try not to groan as he did. He kept his hand on Oliver's shoulder, and his gaze on the ground as he registered Oliver's toes weren't out. "Are you cold, baby?" he wondered at the socks. That was weird, right?