Brady leaned into Tosh's rough hand and closed his eyes. The fingers weren't gentle like his delicate nurse appendages, but the complete opposite. He could feel the callouses and scars from a lifetime of labor and fighting. Brady opened his eyes and smiled.<br/><br/>"I...well...I didn't want you to say 'no' and I wanted to come down here." Brady shrugged looking up at Tosh. "I was afraid you might make an excuse. I didn't want you to think I was some charity case..." The list was long as to why Brady didn't tell Tosh earlier.<br/><br/>"I promise you that...in the transporter room...that was the first time I'd seen Air...Captain Mitchell. We don't interact much." Brady admitted openly. "You see him more than I do." He paused for a moment thinking about that. It was a bit odd. "But...if you really want to stay, then let's talk about something else. Talking about the Captain isn't exactly what I'd call fun." Brady reached up and nudged Tosh's shoulder. He then put what little weight he had into it and pushed him over. Clearly Tosh allowed it - Brady wouldn't have been able to roll him over otherwise.<br/><br/>Now Brady was on top of Tosh and their legs entangled. "Like...what we're going to have for dinner."