He was quiet a moment, then shrugged. "Well, we're not having sex right now. What would you call this?" He honestly didn't know himself, he didn't have a frame of reference for what the term was when your sex buddy started taking care of you when you were sick and bringing you junk food just because you were the slightest bit stoned on Vicodin. There probably was one, but he didn't travel in the right circles to know it.