Told you. I at least can dress myself, can't I?

[There's a faint, crooked smile, and he takes another drag off of his cigarette, sighing smoke into the cold air off to the sky.]

Too much for you to do, yet again. Well, tonight wouldn't work anyway for either of us. We'll take a raincheck on it. [He flicks ash over the railing.] Don't make me nag you about your work. If I hear you've overworked yourself, I'm gonna lay in with a professional medical opinion, and nobody wants to hear that shit.