"Yeah, I know," he agrees, however much he might not like it. "You can keep me company while he brush my teeth and stuff."

He carefully pushes himself to his feet with a gentle 'oof'. His knees are still pretty stiff, but at least he can walk around on his own, as long as he doesn't go running anywhere.

"So when I come visit you in New York," he begins, intentionally using 'when'. "What sort of stuff would you want to show me?"