"Can you even cook breakfast?" Leonard murmurs and- he could get up. Do the cooking. Handle himself like he has for the past couple of days but Jim's got that look about him like he needs to fix something. Do something about the situation.

There's no fix'n it but-

With a huff, he settles back against the pillows, letting his eyes drift shut. "G'wan, do your best. Pretty sure you can manage eggs just fine."