"I don’t think today’s a good day to watch the bees," you said gently, looking outside at the downpour. "We could do something else. Maybe a game."
"I’d like that very much," he said, and a small smile graced his face. "I enjoy spending time with you no matter what the activity."
You knew you should correct him, remind him that he was a patient, but there was something about him. He wasn’t as rattled as the others seemed to think and you walked together down the long corridor to the rec room.