“darlingest love of my life,” he croons from the bed, though arguably it's more a half-whine, desperate and plagued by irritation at his own immobility. “i mean not rush you, obvi, but i really would rather starve with you than wait for dinner a minute longer.” no sprain of sorts could hamper his dramatics; grateful as he is to have his girlfriend looking after her, shion's nearly fully convinced her company is the only antidote he requires. the sight of her at the door of his bedroom broadens his grin; he moves, though with no little difficulty, to lean up against his headboard, patting the space beside him. “indulge the sick and dying man ?”
