Wild Tiger entered not long after, one hand over his stomach and the other in a soft sling, but an easy smile brightening his dark face. The last of the day had been hell with his new stomach pains that had started during lunch. Fearing another embarrassing scene of coughing up hair, the older man just stopped trying to eat. It was for the best. He had a target literally painted on his rashy skin already, the last thing he needed was more instances that showed just how screwed he was. They were supposed to be symbols of good and bringers of change, not invalid and disease-stricken!

Still, like hell he was going to let it get him down. There was always hope and Wild Tiger had to project that in his attitude, so when it came to meet with his roommate again, he kept his mood light and pleasant.

"Hey!" he greeted, taking a seat on his own bed and ignoring his dinner as well. It wasn't worth the risk. The position helped alleviate the strain on his stomach, though, which he appreciated. It had been a rough day all things considered and he couldn't help but blow out a big breath of air as he combed a few fingers through his hair. They snagged the elastic string of his mask and, for a moment, he hesitated in taking it off until he realized it was a moot point by now. Castiel had seen him change more than once and knew his civilian alias already. Hooking his fingers through the string, he pulled it off with ease and dropped it on the bed.

"Ah, so I want to thank you for helping last night. Things sort of got... out of hand," which was beyond the understatement, but it was hard enough having to admit he had needed help, a few erroneous word choices were negligible in the scheme of things.