"I'll leave the bag and the lighter, if you like."

Boyd eyes the chair next to the bed. "Though if you don't mind, I think I might stay a little bit, make sure you're having the reaction you're supposed to have. If it's working now," he hastens to say, "I don't think it'll go bad for you from here, but leaving you alone till we know for sure seems to me to be a mite irresponsible."

Boyd Crowder is a paragon of responsibility.