RP: Sunday morning after battle with Chase

Pogue: *has a headache*

Caleb: *pokes his head in, small smile, very soft* You awake?

Pogue: *cracks one eye open* Depends. Didja bring me anything?

Caleb: *holds up a teddy bear with an innocent smile, other hand still outside the room*

Pogue: *soft/weak laugh* *serious* How's Kate?

Caleb: *smiles* She's fine. All better. *frown* Hasn't she been by?

Pogue: *confused frown* I don't think so? Dunno. Been kind of hazy the past couple of days.

Caleb: Yeah, I can imagine... *comes in, sitting in the chair next to the bed, and putting the real present, a stack of bike magazines on the bedside table* For when your head feels better.

Pogue: *grins at him as best he can* My hero. *flash of realization, comprehension, tries to sit up* What happened.

Caleb: *shrugs* It's taken care of.

Pogue: *gives him a very wary look, not so much wary of him as wary of what he's saying and whether or not he's telling the truth* Care to add anything to that?

( Caleb: I took care of it? )