He didn't really think of Ty as being the bad guy; it would be unfair to think like that, Ollie thought. But he'd had a visceral reaction of rejection, as ridiculous as it might seem, and it had been a better idea to get some air, he'd thought, then to get mad about something that had been out of all of their control. Still, Ty had looked wounded when he'd looked back from the doorway - and he'd heard Hadyn explain his departure away.

It was a weird world, when Hadyn Novak had become his defender.

He smiled, though, handing over the burger special and fries and flopping into the chair next to the bed. "Your pseudo-cousin sent this too," he said, pulling out a flask of scotch whisky. "Not sure the doctor'll approve, so I'll leave that one up to you. The one way you might be lucky is they're not keeping you on IV. I had to do that once for a week, and it was brutal. I was literally dreaming of food I hadn't had since I was ten, and suddenly sounded like the best thing on the planet. That and enchiladas. I was desperate for enchiladas."