◎ ((taking care of them while ill))
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Joker despised being sick. He’d wager to say he hated it even more than the average person. Being sick and subsequently losing shifts had cost him many nights without dinner, and the association was difficult to shake, even now. However, unlike his previous misery as Arthur Fleck, he now had friends, or at least people he was friendly enough with to crash at their place and mooch off a few meals.
This was where he currently found himself, happily nestled on a couch, barefaced, sipping on a bowl of soup. He liked soup. If there was one food he could eat for the rest of his life, it would be the one.
“Thanks for hosting me. I owe you one.” He said, smiling up at Bryn. Despite the low fever and congested nose, he was in good spirits.“If there’s anything you need a clown for, let me know. I’ll get on it as soon as I don’t feel like choking on my lungs.”
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