Ethan got up again when Jesse managed to impact on the pain in his belly. "You need to be careful, man, or you'll burst those sutures. Here, Jace, lift his arm up for me. Everyone close your eyes, he's probably sans undies under here," he joked. He grabbed one of the spare pillows from the cupboard in the room and put it in under Jesse's blankets tucked in against his side so his arm could rest on it. "That will help cushion the op site if you move. And yes, things are kind of crazily around this place. Which can have a downside on the grapevine of things, but people have your back. That wasn't something I had in the last place I worked..."

He paused, clearing his throat. That wasn't something to elaborate on in this particular conversation. He met Jesse's gaze briefly, the only person there who knew the extent of what Ethan had gone through. "Have you got somewhere to live? Because honestly, I have a spare room sitting there doing nothing. I pay an epic fuckton on rent for a place when I'm hardly ever there. It was close to the hospital, so I snapped it up, but I've had a mental few months of training, so I basically life here and take the occasional vacation at home. It's about a block from where Jace lives. Not to sound like a weird creeper or anything, but if you need a room, you're more than welcome."