Yancy had thought that maybe his choice in seating would have given him just a little leeway in not disturbing Chuck's likely much needed rest, but when he hears the kid moving he does too—or at least his head does anyway, and he tries to mask the pain in his voice with some humor.

"And miss that surprised look on your face?" His grin is small but a tittle tried as he quickly shakes his head. "Besides, I wanted to." Yancy mentions with a flick of his brows, tilting his head at Chuck.

But he supposes being as far away as he is from the bed is a little rude, and it flashes across his face that he's not going to like what he's about to do—stand up. It's slow going and he almost has trouble with it, moving the chair closer to Chuck's bed. He's just as slow to sit again and it's with a soft groaning whine.

"So," Yancy sighs, trying another smile. "You get some rest while I was gone?"