"Bob?" Ray sounds careful, like he's trying not to spook Bob or something.

Bob rolls over so he faces away from the door. He doesn't particularly feel like looking at any of the guys, and he's hoping they're not all standing in his bedroom doorway. He has no idea why he ever gave any of them keys.

But maybe he should answer Ray. "Get lost."

"Bob, seriously, I just came to see--" Fuck, he sounds all caring and shit.

"Surgery sucks. I'm getting better. Now go away." There, that ought to do it.

Ray sighs. It's a familiar sigh, it's the way Ray sounds when Frank has injured himself again or when the Waybrothers are arguing about superheroes again or when Bob--well, he might hurt himself sometimes too.

And now Ray's sitting on the bed behind Bob. Fucking meddlesome guitarist.

Bob starts to roll over again, but a hand on his hip stops him. Then he hears Ray kick off his shoes and feels him lie down on the bed. Fucking meddlesome guitarist who likes to cuddle. It's not like it actually solves--

"You're being an idiot again, you know," Ray says, mouth against Bob's neck.

"Ray--"

"No, lie still and shut up for a while. Come on, like this--" Ray coaxes Bob to lie back against him and falls silent. Bob somehow can't think of anything to say in return, to get Ray to move or leave him alone.

"Fine," he mutters, and fine, yeah, maybe he relaxes a little.