[ Brock is so pathetic right now, it's almost cute. Jefferson lets out a little sigh and leans over his housemate to start fussing with the bed sheets, pulling the parts Brock's not laying on down, then nudging him to try to get the other man to start lifting himself up a little, just enough for Jefferson to get the sheets free.

Then, he pulls the blanket over Rumlow. ]

Tea it is. Now I can finally repay you for helping me.

[ He starts to head for the kitchen, then pauses at the doorway and glances back at Brock. ]

Is there anything you need? I could bring some, uh. [ He snaps his fingers, trying to remember. ] The pink stuff.

[ PEPTO. ]