Devin turns his head to see that look; he'd had much the same thought about what Sam would have done just after the fight in the park (and surely the man would be quietly, smugly pleased that someone else was taking up the mantle). He would not have neglected himself, per se, but a few days of receding pain and discomfort was more a problem for what it prevented him from doing than the pain itself. The fact that Devin is drawing parallels to the doctor again, however--

Well, this is not the first time he's been reminded that his habits are less than kind to himself. Sometimes, that's the point.

"I would not have you worrying about me," Devin replies at length, staring at a far wall. He gives a quiet, solitary laugh that's little more than an exhale and lets his eyes close. "Though I have been told, on numerous occasions, that it's not up to me what others think."