[There's some sarcastic comment on the tip of her tongue. Really there is. But as her stomach heaves and she leans forward, all that comes out of her mouth is vomit. Her body starts to tremble as another wave of nausea cripples her, and she's grateful that he's there with her. She wipes at her mouth and flushes the toilet.]
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I don't think you're missing much.
[Her hand reaches back to touch at his knee.]
But thank you.