"Yeah, I know," he admitted into his fidgety hands. He was trying his best not to get defensive with Castiel for prying, but it was hard in the face of the unknown, especially when it involved the safety of his partner. They didn't really have a solid game plan. Kotetsu had been more worried over this brain washing business today. The last thing he wanted was a third relapse in Barnaby's memory, or worse when he hadn't even remembered him.

The disease had taken a back seat, but he knew he couldn't keep it there for long. "Well, not surgery." He was very adamant on that. It would have been one thing if a licensed surgeon were on their side, but from the little information on the board it seemed to boil down to one patient without all the supplies necessary to do this properly. The former Hero was not going to allpw half-ass procedures on his partner!

"We haven't changed yet! There's still time to find another way, and besides surgery isn't the only way to get something out of your stomach." Actually, the older man wondered if there was any laxatives lying around.