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Fritz was not tall, not really; in fact, he was relatively average sized, just around five foot ten, and not hugely muscular either, thought he had some definition here and there. He was, in all essence, just a simple, average human being.

A simple, average human being who was not made to sleep curled up sideways in armchairs that were specifically made for temporary visits. It was a decent enough sized chair, with a footrest and everything, but Fritz was awkwardly crammed into it, lying on his side with one of the hospital blankets thrown haphazardly over him.

He'd woken with a crick in his neck sometime in the outrageous hours of the morning, glanced over to make sure that Cordy was still okay, and then tried a new position in the hopes that it would make sleep come easier and maybe less uncomfortable.

He was asleep now, after a few hours of dozing in fits and spells. Fritz did not stir as the nurse came trundling in - nurses came in every hour or so to check vitals, and he'd learned in his time in the hospital to block out the sounds of them subconsciously.

He had a pillow over his head, and one crammed beneath it, Fritz's eyes fluttering with every slow, deep breath he took.

"A very good thing. The two of you wouldn't have fit on that recliner together." Cordelia winced as she shifted, sucking in a breath while nudging the pillow away from her. She'd slept in one position for most of the night and it had left her feeling stiff while the lingering effects of the medication had her feeling slightly dazed and more than a little fuzzy.

"It's Fritz, Luc. I know I've mentioned Fritz to you before." Fritz, the friend of hers that she had tea with from time to time. Fritz, one of the few people that her door was open to at any hour of the night. Fritz, the friend who she had been meaning to introduce Lucien to for some time now. Ever since her cousin had returned to Destiny City, honestly, but just hadn't yet for the underlying worry that they might not get along-- that it might change things.

Things have changed.

Cordelia brought a hand up to gently rub at her face, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath only to slowly release it. She didn't want to think about what might have changed, instead wishing that she could wake Fritz from where she was without startling him. "He worries just as much as you do, .Luc... Have you already had breakfast?"

"You've said that tea, even if it's got milk in it, doesn't count as breakfast so technically no." He figured he would be able to check on Cordelia first before actually getting something to eat. He hadn't been that hungry when he'd woken up so he wasn't too worried about it.

He had intended to ask her how she was actually doing and find out what the nurses may have told her but was interrupted by noise from the recliner. Lucien turned to look just as Fritz managed to roll over and fall out of the chair.

That took some talent.

Resisting the urge to laugh and knowing Cordelia would be worried he gave her a look before going over to where the other man was on the floor. "Need a hand?" He held a hand out, willing to help Fritz up if he needed it.

Fortunately for Fritz, he hadn't fallen too hard. He reached up and accepted the offered hand with a small wince and dragged himself to his feet, letting go to brush himself off, feeling a mixture of vague embarrassment, weariness and a general state of confusion, because he was still at least partially asleep.

He rubbed at his eyes, nudging his glasses askew in the process and ignoring the small flutter in his stomach at Cordelia's greeting.

"Good morning," he said, and pushed his glasses back down, smiling at the pair of them. "I hope you slept well, in spite of being hooked up to every machine in the country."

Cordelia remained quiet for a moment as the nurse finished noting her charts for the morning, glancing between the two men left in the room with her once the nurse was gone. "I'm certain I slept better than you did, Fritz, machines or no... And I'd sleep better yet if Luc would convince them to let me go home." Her lips pressed together and she gave her cousin a mildly perturbed look that lasted only a moment.

"This wasn't how I'd intended to introduce the two of you, mind you... Fritz, this is Lucien-- Luc. My cousin. Luc, this is Fritz, my..." There wasn't a single word to come straight to her tongue when it came to what be the best way to introduce Fritz. He was so many things to her that to simply call him a friend seemed like calling the Great Lakes a handful of puddles. How could she put into one word the way he made her heart skip even as his presence soothed her? How could she put into one word the bond they shared as kindred spirits who had seen things? How could she put into one single word just how important he was?

"This is Fritz." She said softly again with a gentle smile on her lips. There was no way she could put it all into one word, but the tone of her voice said enough and the fact that he was there and had spent the night in the chair alongside her bed said the rest. "Fritz, are you alright?"

"I hear your name mentioned ofte enough you might as well be." He smirked slightly as he shook the other man's hand. "Cordy keeps saying she'll introdouce us and then life gets in the way."

He knew Cordelia had probably wanted them to meet under better circumstances but it could be worse. At least Cordy wasn't too badly hurt and she was getting better fast.

"If she'd stop complaining so much they might even let her out tomorrow." He grinned, looking down at Cordy again.

Fritz opened his mouth and then shut it again, trying to ignore the way that his heart was fluttering ridiculously in his chest. He took a breath and instead gave Lucien a cheerful smile - or rather, as cheerful as he could make it when he'd just spent the night curled awkwardly in a chair.

"Well, I'm glad we finally did, then," he said, and cast a glance over at Cordelia, his expression softening a little. "And no, you needed to be here. I wasn't about to let you just go home, not after all that had happened. You have to get well."

Fritz took a step towards her, hesitating, then reached out and very, very lightly brushed his fingers over Cordelia's before taking a hasty step back again, glancing over at Lucien.

"Did you want to get some food? That sounds like a smart idea."