( well, okay. the guilt is a fleeting thing, anyway. easily forgotten at the prospect of food and water. his mouth feels like something crawled into it and died.
his breath is probably revolting. )
Please. ( it's a pity she has to move to get it, but he's not about to stop her. ) Something sweet. ( for his head. there's probably better ways to squeeze out a little serotonin right now, but he'll take what relief he can get.
as she starts to sit up, he turns over, watching her like he's considering telling her to stay. ) We'll share.
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his breath is probably revolting. )
Please. ( it's a pity she has to move to get it, but he's not about to stop her. ) Something sweet. ( for his head. there's probably better ways to squeeze out a little serotonin right now, but he'll take what relief he can get.
as she starts to sit up, he turns over, watching her like he's considering telling her to stay. ) We'll share.