fly high, free bird

It probably wasn’t smart to come visit Moose when he was upset, and yet here Kevin was. Taking a deep breath, Kevin opened the door, hearing the TV humming in the room as he closed the door behind him. Hearing Moose’s voice, Kevin smiled as he stepped into view, waving slightly. “Hey - look, I know you were probably super hyped up on morphine or something the other day, but.. when you said I could come here if I wanted.. well.. here I am.” Kevin sighed moving his hands to present himself. 

“But, if you have Midge here or something – I can leave.” Kevin’s eyes glancing around for any sign of a petite brunette. 

     Moose pleasantly smiled at first sight of Moose. His fingers ran over the fabric of his sheets that rested over his wounded body. “No, I remember saying it,” he chuckled. “I haven’t had to be super doped up today.” Moose shook his head and nodded at the chair next to him. “You’re fine, Kevin. Besides - I’m glad you’re stopping by. Better you than my Aunt Claudia.” Moose chuckled and sat up in his cot, groaning slightly.