But he looks even worse than he did yesterday. He's taking slow, careful breaths, eyes closed as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He's still pale, and the itty bitty red dots on his face are still there. Hm.]
Needed a change of scenery. [Shrugging!] And your couch beats the chairs at the hospital any day.
[Hospital furniture hard and cold... Couch warm and soft.]
[Why is this worse...? This is exactly why he called him over and he's just going to push at Carlos's shoulder to try and tip him over. Lay down, dumbass. He wordlessly turns around, too, and goes back to the bedroom to grab the bedspread and drag it to drape over Carlos instead before he sits on the floor and gives him a critical look.]
...it's a pretty comfortable couch, yeah. I've taken a few naps on it. [The implication is strong here. Please rest.] This is a stupid question, but how're you feeling?
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Himbo is alive, so there's that.
But he looks even worse than he did yesterday. He's taking slow, careful breaths, eyes closed as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He's still pale, and the itty bitty red dots on his face are still there. Hm.]
Needed a change of scenery. [Shrugging!] And your couch beats the chairs at the hospital any day.
[Hospital furniture hard and cold... Couch warm and soft.]
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...it's a pretty comfortable couch, yeah. I've taken a few naps on it. [The implication is strong here. Please rest.] This is a stupid question, but how're you feeling?