Okay, okay. Point One, accomplished. They were in the room, and damn, this was exactly where they needed to be for once, his gaze flickering over bottles and bottles of medication. Eyes snapped over words that made no sense to him, -phyls and -caines and -sones, and none of it was anything more than foreign, weird syllables.

But he remembered the name they told him to get, so he tugged out the bag and started to look for the one familiar word amongst a sea of bullshit. "You know," he muttered, trying not to get too loud when he didn't know how soundproof med rooms were, "it might be easier if you told me what 'yours' was, too, so we can both look for it."

Shelf one, shelf two, shelf three. Shit. "I'm just saying, four eyes might be better than two." And this all-so-important secret could finally be aired out because fuck was he curious.