@nqmph | cont.
HE TRIES NOT TO BE NERVOUS. or rather , he tries not to seem as nervous as he very well is. she's not asking questions , and that's good , but he's also got a few questions himself he'd like answers to. —or wouldn't. he isn't quite sure. " uh , yeah , yeah. let me , er — " he nearly fumbles the bottle as he moves closer to the bed , cautious. as if he hadn't just climbed out of it half an hour ago. he feels so bare there before her. again , not as bare as he was half an hour ago , but STILL. setting the bottle of aspirin down on the bedside table , he holds out the mug. " i may have made it a bit too strong , but - " but who could blame him when he'd been TREMBLING the whole bloody time ? " i hope it's good. i could make more if you'd like. "
