I don't hate spending time with you, idiot, so you don't have to knock yourself out unless you really don't trust your impulse control.

[It's not like twenty-four hours would even be enough time for his injuries to fully recover, but he does have to admit forcing him to rest might be more practical at this rate...]

You still owe me a candy apple, anyways, and then we can decide whether to put you to bed or not.