"I can't speak for her but I think where I stand on that sort of thing has been obvious," he answers with a shrug. He rolls his head and shoulders, trying to work out a knot that has been bothering him since he woke up.

That sparks a half smile, even as he tries to get comfortable with just the idea of standing upright. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Frank," he grins as he goes to grab his phone from where he left it on the kitchen island. He really shouldn't go to work like this, he knows, and maybe for once in his life, he's going to do the smart thing and give himself a day to rest. The concussion is really the factor; his head aches and there's just enough minor spin to make him think he should rest it. "Gotta make a call," he says before taking the phone to the bedroom so he can call Kirsten and tell her that he's sick and won't be coming in.