"Do you still hurt?" That's the important part, right now. Howard pulls a blanket from the couch and wraps it around Cedric's shoulders, glancing at Cedric's feet as he does so. "I see the right amount of toes."

He sits down again next to Cedric and puts a hand on his shoulder. Mad can wait. Right now he's in concerned fussing mode.

He pulls a towel from the stove and helps wipe some of the sweat off Cedric's brow and neck, too.