Artur didn't move when Billy leaned into him. He just let him rest there, one hand settling lightly over Billy's, like anchoring something fragile back into place.
A beat passed. Then Billy murmured, voice low and a little playful, "You know… my mom brought food earlier."
Artur glanced down at him. "Did she?"
Billy smiled faintly. "She left it somewhere over there. Said I'd need real food when I wake up, not whatever the hospital tries to call soup."
Artur's lips twitched. "She's not wrong."
Billy shifted slightly, not pulling away, just nudging closer. "Want to eat with me?"
"You sure?" Artur asked. "Shouldn't you rest a little more?"
Billy tilted his head just enough to look up at him. "I've been resting for days. If I rest any longer, I'll start growing roots."
That pulled a soft laugh from Artur, and he finally stood, stretching out his limbs with a quiet groan. "Alright. But if the food's cold, I'm blaming you."
