"What--No, it's nothing like that! If anything I didn't..think you'd want to be seen with me," the therapist admitted softly, absently leaning against the other more because sitting up was a little more difficult than he had expected it to be though, really, any smart being wouldn't have even tried. His gaze was soft as he looked up at the other, hoping the other knew how sincere he was being.

"I would love to go with you," he added. "Though I might need some help getting there. I'm not..really sure how well I can walk at the moment."

His tone was sheepish, and in a way he felt like he was burdening the other. He really was a lot weaker than he realized; thus he reason he wasn't a fighter.