Caden pressed the button to send Tristan's iPad screen into blackness. "We are going to go back to bed, and you're going to call in sick to work. And if you don't, I may have to barricade you in the bedroom, and I'm not opposed to using handcuffs. I understand that Paris is ill and Gen is having issues with her marriage and Justin, but you can't do both their jobs for them. For the last two weeks, I have fallen asleep before you, and you're usually one of the most peaceful sleepers I have ever met." He was going in easy here, because he could see Tristan was off here, and he didn't want him to think he couldn't handle this. He also wanted to kill two birds with one stone and get Tristan to rest.

"Leave the grocery shopping to me. I can call in a few favours from Brendan. He offered to help, and I'm allowed to objectify my nephew. Or we can order catering. Let's just set the issue of food aside and go back to bed." He didn't push, though. He wasn't going to tell Tristan what to do here, but he wanted him to know he was there for him. "Have you been eating at all? We haven't had a meal together in a week because you've been so busy. You cancelled out on our dinner plans three times."