The older brother let them talk until he was addressed. He moved the arm back over his eyes as he had a headache and honestly wanted to pretend he wasn't being seen this way. The concern in Uriel's voice was welcome though, good little brother. "Like the doctor said.. I'm lucky to be alive. I hurt all over, I'm covered in shit... some of it may be literal. The doctor's taken good care of me, but he can only do so much in my state. I know it's a lot to ask. And I can't pay you back right now."

He was about to mention he'd been trying to make money on a farm, but pride and shame got to him. He was probably fired for disappearing, and even then, the miserable small amount of coins he'd made weren't going to be enough to pay the guy back. His face burned in humiliation and he was almost tempted to limp out and just die in a quiet corner like a dog thinking about it.