Long still seemed foggy on the purpose, but he accepted it.

Rosen went back to the cake after that.

So Long sat quietly for awhile before wiping the rest of the frosting off of his cheek.

Rosen suddenly held his hand up, seeing if Long really got it.

Long frowned a little at Rosen's hand, glancing down at the frosting on his own.

Rosen shrugged, he hadn't bothered to bring napkins.

Long stared at his hand a moment longer before licking it off.

Rosen laughed at Long before flicking a little cake at him.

Long frowned before wiping the cake off.

Rosen chuckled, Not as bad as Wolfe, he noted.

Long didn't get it.

Rosen shrugged, writing out, Wolfe's a total neat freak, like weirdo status neat freak.

"... You said you liked weird people," Long noted.

Never said I didn't like Wolfe, Rosen wrote, But obsessively clean people can get kinda annoying, ya know?

Long paused before shaking his head.

Rosen blinked, You know, like, like the person is ready with a vacuum before you even drop a crumb or with a wipe even before you touch the jelly or a napkin before you even bite into your hamburger? This seemed to be very personal.

Long shook his head again.

Rosen huffed a little, well it's annoying. He informed him.

Long nodded a little, licking the last of the stray cake and frosting off his hand.

Rosen yawned and stretched, laying out on the foot of Long's bed.

Long sighed a little, not this again.

Rosen didn't bother to move the cake as he stretched out further.

Long didn't move, keeping as much of his hospital bed to himself as possible this time.

Rosen ended up using Long's feet like a pillow.

Long was a little annoyed, but he didn't kick Rosen off.

"Goodnwight, fwiend," Rosen stated with a yawn.

"... It's morning," Long noted, but managed to refrain from commenting about how much sugar he just ate.

It seemed like Rosen was lazy enough to fall asleep anywhere, regardless of blood sugar.

When Rosen finally woke up, Yue was sitting in a chair beside Long chatting quietly with him in Chinese.

Rosen woke up, stared at Yue, rolled over and yawned.

Yue rolled her eyes at Rosen before turning back to Long.

"You two gwet awong?" he inquired.

"We hate each other," Yue interjected sarcastically before finishing up whatever she was saying to Long in Chinese.

Rosen smirked, "You wike having him hwere?"

When Yue was finished talking to Long, she replied to Rosen, "We grew up together... well, sorta."

Rosen nodded a little, "Wike you and Nic," he noted.

"... Sorta," Yue replied.

Rosen yawned again, typing out, Why are you fun and Long isn't?

Yue blinked at the tablet, a little confused why he wasn't talking. "... He was raised to be a soldier. I wasn't," she explained.

Rosen shrugged, "So was Wolfe and he's not such a stick-in-the... oh right, he is," Rosen mused, "So you're... like the James of the Yin Long." He laughed a little, suddenly amused.