[he keeps his eyes closed, and tries to focus on the pressure of Amy's arm around him, the bloom of warmth that came from that tiny squeeze. It's odd, Amy taking care of him--not that she's never done it at all, but it's a rare enough thing that it feels strang--or maybe it's just him, the caregiver, not dealing with being taken care of well--but it doesn't lessen the comfort he gets from her]
Yeah ... yeah.
[and he sits up to reach over to his bedside table and get his mug]
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Yeah ... yeah.
[and he sits up to reach over to his bedside table and get his mug]