With the Doc's help, Miles has gotten Bass out of the tub, with wound freshly bandaged and in clean clothes. He's frowning off after the doctor, but smooths it away when Charlie comes back. The drugs are already working on Bass, though, which means his already weak filter is now gone.

"Doc was gonna leave my pain meds with me, as a fully functioning adult. Miles almost had a stroke and has taken away the pretty bottle of sweet relief," Bass informed her with a pout pulling at his lips.

"Only because I know you can't, in fact, be trusted with the sweet relief," Miles said repressively. "We don't have a cold shower to throw your ass in here if you chase the dragon too far, Bass."

Bass made a dismissive sound, waving a hand at Miles like he was ridiculous. His gaze ran over Charlie appreciatively, and he gave her a kind of sappy smile. She does look too innocemt to have done what Miles described, but he knows Miles. And Rachel. He's not deceived. "You're so pretty. Like my own angel..."

"She's not giving you the drugs, Bass."

Because Miles wasn't giving up that bottle.