[ He lets out a quiet hum, frowning a little. It hasn't occurred to him that anything he's saying or doing is out of the ordinary. It all feels normal – or as normal as it can be, while he's sweating out the effects of the tea and literally dying.
(He's not literally dying.) ]
Well, you are.
[ He wipes at his forehead with the edge of his blanket, peering blearily around their bedroom – for whatever good that'll do, considering how dark it is in here, safe for the dim slanting in through the window and from the doorway. ]
no subject
(He's not literally dying.) ]
Well, you are.
[ He wipes at his forehead with the edge of his blanket, peering blearily around their bedroom – for whatever good that'll do, considering how dark it is in here, safe for the dim slanting in through the window and from the doorway. ]
It's freezin' in here, isn't it?