[On the bright side, he's not running around in the rain, injured and half-crazed, looking for people who he'd knew by then were dead. But on the downside, he was feverish and his body was exhausted. He blinks and looks over at her, sitting up against raised pillows. He's been sleeping a lot today. It's made him more and more lethargic.
He inhales, face reddening a little because wow, he must look like complete hell to any of the people coming in. But he gets over it.]
... You could say that.
[He's not so graceful with words. Never has been, and today will be a sad milestone for him when it comes to talking.]
Sorry. About... y'know... [He drops his head back, staring down his nose at the sheets.] Making a mess.
[Action, evening]
He inhales, face reddening a little because wow, he must look like complete hell to any of the people coming in. But he gets over it.]
... You could say that.
[He's not so graceful with words. Never has been, and today will be a sad milestone for him when it comes to talking.]
Sorry. About... y'know... [He drops his head back, staring down his nose at the sheets.] Making a mess.