That didn't seem to help Long's conviction.

Rosen grinned, "Stop being such a sour grape and c'mon!" he said, grabbing Long's hand.

"... I don't know if I'm up for this," he told Rosen.

Rosen waved a hand, "Trust me," he smiled.

Long sighed a little, but he didn't protest any further.

"I'll bring some more pain meds along," he chirped as he led Long back to the chair.

"That's not necessary," Long reassured Rosen.

"I insist," he replied.

"I'm not in pain," Long reminded Rosen. "My body is just weak."

"Okay, I believe you," Rosen said guided Long into the chair, "But I bet even as you are now... you could still beat me up with you wanted to," he chuckled.

Long didn't reply. It wasn't clear if it was because he didn't want to disagree or if he didn't want to hurt Rosen's feelings.

"It's okay," Rosen replied, assuming the later, "I know I'm not that physically strong. I'm just meant to be pretty." He flashed a smile. "Though I'm not totally defenseless like James."

Long still didn't say anything.

Rosen patted Long's head before zooming off towards the Juttles.

Long didn't seem to like the pat on the head, but didn't complain.

So Rosen zoomed to a Juttle before getting off, "So I don't think Wolfe would like me taking you off the base," he chuckled, "... Let's keep this on the DL," he winked before getting on board.