[ the tap to his shoulder has him taking a shuddering breath and looking up. oh... she got him a drink. he takes it with a near degree of reverence, typing one handed after taking a sip. he's so thirsty. why is he so thirsty? ]
you don't have to do that sweetheart [ feed him, like he's an invalid. though he supposes it's not so far off the mark right now. he had been about to make himself a sandwich... if she wants to do that for him... ]
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you don't have to do that sweetheart [ feed him, like he's an invalid. though he supposes it's not so far off the mark right now. he had been about to make himself a sandwich... if she wants to do that for him... ]