Only when you're getting into fights. [ Go on, say something. Or smack her. Either way, he's going to have to speak up if he wants her to knock it off. ] That's not a bad thing, though. Definitely keeps you out of trouble when you use your brain before your fists. I should learn from you. [ Though to be fair, under normal circumstances, she doesn't just go feral on people she doesn't know immediately, either. Whatever, details. ] That's still nice of you to say, so, thanks. I just hope he would have at least made some sort of attempt to fight back.

[ She's glad when he doesn't shoot her little confession down or laugh. She's mostly glad that he doesn't comment on it at all -- some people may find that awkward, but not Ann. Sometimes, saying nothing is better. ]

Yep, there it is.

[ He goes in and gets himself situated, and she's already mentally ticking things off in her mind that she needs to go and get for him, and get done while she's out and about. ]

Yeah, I know. [ She smiles at him again, at least, pushing her hair out of her face and tucking a stray strand behind her ear. ] Yeah, yeah, I'm going.

[ And go she does. When she returns, she's... more than a little guilty that she woke him up. She winces at the realization as she carefully settles things down one by one, though she does make a point to at least place the ice down close to his bedside so he can reach for it and... do whatever with it when he feels up to it. ] I am, and sorry that I woke you up. Go back to sleep, I can leave the stuff here and let you get some rest.