( would you really tell him if you weren't fine, rey-gun? because narration doesn't quite trust you with that statement. because you don't want to be an inconvenience, or anything close to it, even if you would be the farthest thing from it because it gives him a chance to fuss over you.
which he's trying very hard to do right now, so maybe think about letting him do it? maybemaybe?
but … ah, yes, the puppy eyes win again! honestly, he should feel a little worse about implementing such a devastating tactic but as he's sure eliot would say in his defense, there's nothing wrong with doing everything in your power to get what you want and at the very least he isn't doing it for selfish reasons! right? it is very obviously going to be for the greater good if rey lets him take care of her. she'll get better faster, and she'll feel better on top of it all. it's like a no-brainer. win-win situation.
she moves aside to let him in, and he slips by her, immediately angling himself toward the nearest available surface to set down his bag of goodies. cure-all bag of holding? yeah, he's gonna be nerdy about that even in his head, don't mind him. )
'I haven't passed out' doesn't equal 'I'm fine' and you know that. ( he says with a small huff, though there's no heat behind it, or anything indicating he's anything more than concerned for her lack of self-preservation. he turns back to her, reaching out again to press the back of his hand to her forehead. apparently he can't keep from touching her even if she's a walking advertisement for advil cold & sinus. ) How bad is your fever? Have you taken any aspirin?
( fuss, fuss, fuss. fussfuss. quentin fusspot coldwater, at your service. whether you want him to be or not.
don't think for a second he doesn't notice the unopened bottle of water. he stares at it for a second, decides to go over and retrieve it and holds it out in her direction. ) Drink some water, at least … please. I've got something Eliot swears will knock anything out of you but it also probably means you should stay even more hydrated than usual.
( has their resident mixologist made something so strong for him once before that a couple of sips found him loopy? yes. he's just be cautious here.
he tucks a bit of hair behind an ear. ) What kind of soup do you want? I got your tried-and-true chicken noodle, vegetable and just some plain broth if you don't want to chance anything too heavy.
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which he's trying very hard to do right now, so maybe think about letting him do it? maybemaybe?
but … ah, yes, the puppy eyes win again! honestly, he should feel a little worse about implementing such a devastating tactic but as he's sure eliot would say in his defense, there's nothing wrong with doing everything in your power to get what you want and at the very least he isn't doing it for selfish reasons! right? it is very obviously going to be for the greater good if rey lets him take care of her. she'll get better faster, and she'll feel better on top of it all. it's like a no-brainer. win-win situation.
she moves aside to let him in, and he slips by her, immediately angling himself toward the nearest available surface to set down his bag of goodies. cure-all bag of holding? yeah, he's gonna be nerdy about that even in his head, don't mind him. )
'I haven't passed out' doesn't equal 'I'm fine' and you know that. ( he says with a small huff, though there's no heat behind it, or anything indicating he's anything more than concerned for her lack of self-preservation. he turns back to her, reaching out again to press the back of his hand to her forehead. apparently he can't keep from touching her even if she's a walking advertisement for advil cold & sinus. ) How bad is your fever? Have you taken any aspirin?
( fuss, fuss, fuss. fussfuss. quentin fusspot coldwater, at your service. whether you want him to be or not.
don't think for a second he doesn't notice the unopened bottle of water. he stares at it for a second, decides to go over and retrieve it and holds it out in her direction. ) Drink some water, at least … please. I've got something Eliot swears will knock anything out of you but it also probably means you should stay even more hydrated than usual.
( has their resident mixologist made something so strong for him once before that a couple of sips found him loopy? yes. he's just be cautious here.
he tucks a bit of hair behind an ear. ) What kind of soup do you want? I got your tried-and-true chicken noodle, vegetable and just some plain broth if you don't want to chance anything too heavy.
( f u s s f u s s f u s s!!! )