Rosen was silent for awhile before taking a deep breath, "Did you get cake?" he asked.

Long blinked at the cake before looking back at Rosen and nodding a little.

Rosen paused, "You'd like dark chocolate cake better," he noted.

Long didn't agree or disagree.

Rosen winced again, cussing quietly, "Hey, since it's your fault, get me some more pain medication."

"It's not my fault," Long noted, but he got Rosen some more pain medication anyway.

Rosen snorted, pain making him more irritated, "You suck as a body guard," he remind Long sharply.

Long didn't reply as he gave Rosen some more pain medication.

Rosen slowly relaxed again and his hands stopped shaking. "You should make me another box," he suddenly decided, "Since mine got burnt."

Long paused before going over to the storage locker and pulled Rosen's box he had salvaged out of it. Then he went back to sit by Rosen's side.

Rosen blinked at it, "Wait, you saved my box?" he asked, shocked.

Long nodded before opening it up and pulling out the handful of games he had also managed to save. "... I didn't know which ones were most valuable to you, and I only had a moment," he explained.

Rosen blinked, eyes actually looking teary as he reached for his games only to reminder his hands were not usable. Then suddenly he squinted at Long, "Wait so... you save my box and my games... but not me?" he clarified.

"It was difficult for Zala and I find you," Long replied quietly. "Zala thought to look in the infirmary. But by then your hands were already burned like that."

"So if Sheng would have been in trouble you would have been that muddy slow?!" Rosen clarified, at this point it seemed to be teasing Long a bit... not that Long was likely to pick that up.

"So if Sheng would have been in trouble you would have been that muddy slow?!" Rosen clarified, at this point it seemed to be teasing Long a bit... not that Long was likely to pick that up.

Long didn't pick it up. "I would have known where Sheng was," he replied simply.

"Well then you should have known where I was!" Rosen argued back.

Long frowned, not following that logic. "... Sheng tells me where he will be..." he explained.

"So if he's taking a crap, he tells you he's going to be taking a crap?" Rosen asked, not believing him.

"... No," Long replied, once again startled by Rosen's bluntness. "But you hate pain, so how was I supposed to assume you were in the infirmary?"

"You were supposed to fly to my side, duh!" Rosen retorted.

Long blinked, even more lost on Rosen's argument. "... I can't fly," he replied blankly.

"That's why you suck at being a body guard," Rosen replied sympathetically.

Long paused. "... No one can fly," he tried to explain, for whatever reason.

Rosen shook his head, "Wolfe can," he stated, "I guess he's a better body guard than you," he declared with a shrug.

"... Using a jet pack indoors is dangerous and impractical," Long replied.

"Who said anything about a jetpack?" Rosen asked.

"Wolfe cannot fly," Long replied,not buying that for a second. It looked like his gulibleness did in fact have a limit.

Rosen raised an eyebrow, "Yes he can," he persisted, "You should ask him."

"No, he cannot," Raven repeated, getting irritated as he put the games back in the box and shut it.

"Geez, calm down, be gentle with my games," Rosen whined.

Long remained silent, box sitting in his lap.

"You know what," Rosen suddenly stated, "You need to do some research on being gay."

Long blinked, but didn't say anything.

"This mansion is full of gay guys and straight guys. Go learn from them, you can't just attack people you know," Rosen stated with a smirk.

Long didn't seem to find that last bit amusing.

Rosen continued to smirk, "Go on, talk to them," he urged, "You need to get used to talking to other people. You're not Sheng's pet anymore."

"... I wasn't Sheng's pet," Long noted as he put the box on the stand beside Rosen. Then he picked up the little bit of what was left of Rosen's cake and started to walk out with it.

"Stop being so touchy and go talk to the guys!" Rosen called after him.