With her hands on his shoulders, Angela led him slowly over into the living area attached to the kitchen and carefully helped him sit down, making sure he had plenty of cushions behind his back. She grabbed the remote for the airconditioner and put it own so he wasn't hot. "Just rest, asspain. I want to talk to you anyway, but after I make you some tea and toast. You don't have to eat it if you don't want to, but it's there if you want to try."

She went to the kitchen to find the teapot to make him some real tea. Lincoln had English blood, so of course there was a teapot. Clint was a hardcore coffee drinker, but he had started taking tea when he felt ill, because it was what Lincoln made for him if he did. It was sweet. Clint didn't realise he was as sweet as he was with Lincoln, but Angela hadn't missed a thing. Waiting for the tea to brew, she looked at the line-up of medications on the bench. Lincoln was on a lot, and now there were a couple of bottles with Clint's name on the label. "Do you need a top up on your meds, hon?" she asked him. "Please tell me you have been taking them."