He doesn't have to do all that, drag the chair around or anything. Chuck didn't even expect him to show back up, he certainly doesn't expect him to come closer. Not when it clearly pains him.

"Didn't have to," he mumbles, shifting in the bed and wincing, shoulders hunching in his frustration.

He's glad Yancy showed back up, though. Company is nice and the view of the wall gets boring. Yancy lightens up the room in more ways than one.

"Guess so. Didn't mean to pass out." He absently picks at his arm, looking away. "How long were you gone?"