[Hopefully. He can't bear the moments when Astre feels like he's slipping away, in more ways than one, and nothing Undertaker or anyone can do will slow or stop it.]

Loathe as I am to keep you here, it seems the best place for you to be right now, until we're sure you'll be okay. [He's not overly fond of that fact either, but when it's better than the alternative, he'll go with it.]

[All the same, he is exhausted, as Astre notices. So he moves to stretch out at the teen's side, the hand held draping itself over Astre's chest.]

But I do think a nap may be in order. You could use the rest.