Seeing both Pete and Vegas did ease his mind some. It also brought about more worries as in who would be next and would they be an ally. But that worry was for another time. Again, Vegas was crawling his way from death's door and all the work they had put in the past half year was gone. Again, not to worry, too.

Upon Qing's request, he makes a move towards the front of the chair, aiming to pick up that half. "Kick me, and I'll drop you," he warns before he bends to lift the chair up. The sooner they got Vegas settled in bed, the better. Seemed like the tall guy in purple wanted to say something and he'd gotten the impression it was specifically for him.