It's a date. Call me when you're over this shit, or I'm going to stake out your room.

[She intentionally took him over a rather large bump in the road, banging him into the air a little before landing properly. In the distance, the hospital loomed like a horrible dark image from his worst nightmares. Passing someone, she handed a satchel off and pointed them in the direction of one of the paths she hadn't taken yet to get to him.]

And no. I won't meet you in the lake, gill-boy.