"He suffers terrible abuses," Elisha said, and hissed a little as someone pushing off the train nudged his arm. The next few weeks were going to be so much fun. He'd managed not to be too bad at the hospital - other than cursing his boyfriend with gonnorhea in a language he diidn't understand and having to clench onto the bed to avoid punching him in the face - but he was already starting to move into the grumpy stage. He raised a brow as he hung on to the pole and looked over at his boyfriend.

"All the carrot-kale-kiwi juice a man could ever want?" He said sardonically. That would be none, in his world. "If you really love me, you'd get me pizza. Or a nutella, peanut butter and banana crepe. With whipped cream. That's real love."