Jason let out a weak chuckle, his weight leaning on me more than I'd have liked. "Guess even the elevator wants you to take care of me."
I frowned, adjusting my hold on him to keep him from completely falling over. "It seems you're back to your normal self."
His lips twitched, his voice low but amused. "Why is my 'normal self' defined by you, Kiara darling?"
"Stop calling me that," I snapped, glaring at him.
"Why?" He smirked, though his breath was labored. "It bothers you so much."
I rolled my eyes, half dragging him down the hallway. "You're insufferable."
"And yet," he said, his voice softening, "you didn't leave me in the elevator."
I paused outside my door, glancing at him. He looked pale, his usually sharp features drawn and tired. I sighed, unlocking my door and pushing it open.
"Come on, you're going to sit down before you keel over," I said, pulling him inside.
