[He'd been bullied back in so yes, so by the time Medb rolls up he's about 80% healed. Still a bit bruised on the face, his lungs are still a little crackly, but. He's fine.]
Mm. Alcohol smell at night, and-- Ah, cracked pods! The glass on them. This morning.
Say-- Would you mind. [He holds out both of his hands.]
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Mm. Alcohol smell at night, and-- Ah, cracked pods! The glass on them. This morning.
Say-- Would you mind. [He holds out both of his hands.]
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Cracked? Huh....
[ But she blinks. Okay? She takes both of his hands.
Is that what he wants her to do? ]
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[Yes, taking both of those hands. And bringing them up to inspect and smell them? Then he kisses her on the knuckles.]
Again, my apologies.
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Whether or not it's your fault, I want to hear it.
[ Because this is very strange? It's strange to smell someone's hands like that? But her hands are clean, so they probably don't smell like much. ]
I'll forgive you this once. If only because I like you.
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letting her hands go though, she is free.]
I won't push it again. Unless I befall another curse, in which case, I shall bar myself from your presence until sanity is restored.
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You could hold my hand simply to hold my hand, and I'd like it. If you're compelled, I don't think it has anything to do with your sanity.