[ he lets go so she can sit, having anticipated as much, though he's happy to stand here while she clutches to him and gets her bearings. it's almost melancholy when she pulls away. ] Just one? [ she looks like she needs a few, his face creasing with concern though he'd told himself not to feel sorry for her. and he still doesn't, not really, he just wants her to feel better instantly though they both know that isn't how this works. ]
What do you need? [ he finally asks out of desperation. if she doesn't answer he's going to start bringing her everything he can think of to combat a hangover so she better start talking. ]
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What do you need? [ he finally asks out of desperation. if she doesn't answer he's going to start bringing her everything he can think of to combat a hangover so she better start talking. ]