"I come free of fleshlights, lubes or whips," he joked with a smile as he ambled in, shrugging off his coat to toss over the back of a chair before squatting down to tend to the first aid kit. One of these random piece of clothes would be sacrificed for it's cleaning up, in a minute.

"Honestly Doc," he said, grunting softly as he stood up and set the now closed and latched kit on the counter, leaning on hip against it. "I don't think there there's gonna be a time we ain't sure he does somethin' like that. I can see why he's on meds, even if I don't understand the clinical side of it. Help means either we find him his drugs or we start doin' a.. slow burn kinda therapy, moment to moment. I don't exactly got my licence in mental health and I don't suppose they were handin' them out when you were around." He nodded as he glanced down briefly. "But I think you're right. We can do four on, four off, if that works for ya. I'd rather give up a few hours of sleep then wake up to this again."