[Ken wasn't expecting an answer. Rather, he was expecting more anger, so this is already better than he was thinking. Sure, they made the agreement they wouldn't hold back if the other turned on them, but Ken at least wasn't exactly banking on that agreement becoming actually relevant.
He shuffles over across the room and stops by the bed, holding out the tray. The tablet on it is clearly labeled, 'Tylenol.']
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He shuffles over across the room and stops by the bed, holding out the tray. The tablet on it is clearly labeled, 'Tylenol.']