[he can't help but huff out a small laugh at that, dropping his head a moment to hide his smile against Discord's collar for a moment. Then he sighs a bit, turning his head to the side so he can look up at Discord while still perhaps just listening to the sound of his heartbeat.]

Perhaps. But you didn't have to do all of that. You may call it a low bar, but there's plenty of people that would've just locked me in the dorm and left it at that. Or wouldn't have even cared enough to look after my health in the first place.