Snorting, Jake folded over at the waist to bodily shift Dirk around until he was propped up on some pillows. "If you insist," he said slyly, bringing the tray down to sit on the bed with them. "Really I'm more worried about you pouring soup all over your naked self trying to drink it, so I was already intending you help you out." His expression softened and he ran his hand along the side of Dirk's face, to his neck, down to his collarbone. "...you're really sick," he offered quietly, clearly concerned.