"When you're better," he agrees, swiftly, like it's easy and guaranteed that he's going to be better very soon and that it's just a matter of time. He gives Faraday a fond look, reaching a hand down to absently stroke his neck and back in circles, feeling his heart swell.

He thinks maybe he should say the thing he's been saying in Spanish, only, in a way for him to understand. "Joshua," he says, heart clenching a little. "Stand up, look at me?"