[This is Lea's palm meeting his face.]

Okay that does it. [He gets to his feet, pressing one hand against the top of Riku's head to stop him from also getting up like he knows he's gonna.] No. Stay. My ankle's fine, and I'm gonna make you a damn sandwich or something, sheesh. Seriously, how did you even survive this long?

[And he heads for the kitchen, shaking his head and grumbling indecipherably.]