[He keeps his hand on Scott's arm, leaving the connection there for the younger man's sake, though he lets it slide down so he doesn't have to keep his arm raised.

A slow breath leaves his nose at the response. Altius sounds a little put off, just enough to imply the unimpressed look he's giving Scott.]

I am resting. [can't believe he's being mother henned by a damn teenager—but he supposes this is what he signed up for. It might almost be cute.]

I hope you're not asking me to lie here and do nothing but think about how long I'll be in the hospital.

[Don't do that to him, lad. You'd be helping him out to answer the question. Really! His tone doesn't actually imply any real offense, even if the sarcasm is clear; there's a hint of a tease in it, too. Don't force him to start "joking" again.]