He came out with a bigger smile on his face than before, collar a little bit loosened for some air, but the tie still neat-looking enough. "I think it looks great. Thank you, doctor!" he chuckled, patting the tie where it lay on his chest. "Now that we're all spiffy, want to see what they're serving?"
"Excellent idea, Mr. Grimmer," Tenma chirped, feeling a little more cheerful in comparison to how he'd felt in bed. Being sick did wonders for his mood, if only for the afterwards--he always felt happier when he was on the mend. "I'm half starved."
"I bet you are," Grimmer murmured, his cheerful demeanor mellowing into a quiet concern as he fetched Tenma's discarded coat from the back of the chair and retrieved the key from its pocket. "Can't forget this," he said with a smile, slipping it into his own pocket and leading the way to the door. "If you start feeling sick again, just let me know and we'll head back up."
Tenma smiled at that, waving Grimmer's concern away with a gentle wave of his hand. "I will. But I'm certain the worst of it happened last night and early this morning. You helped me out quite a bit. I didn't get to thank you properly for all of that."
"It was only a few cups of water," Grimmer murmured, unsure what to do with the warmth of the doctor's gratitude. "I don't know anything."