Then it was due anyway. [He grins back at her, stomach growling at the smell of the Italian cuisine. God he loved Italian food. He marked his page in the book and set it down, hesitating and then feeling Scott's forehead again. Still no fever. Check.
He climbs off the bed and stretches, yawning involuntarily.]
Oh thank god. Caffeine. [He hadn't slept the night before and frankly he was kind of nervous about falling asleep. If Scott got sick or something in the middle of the night, he might not wake up to be able to help him. He moves over to where she's standing and he presses a kiss to her temple, reaching out and taking the glass of coke from her and taking a long drink.]
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He climbs off the bed and stretches, yawning involuntarily.]
Oh thank god. Caffeine. [He hadn't slept the night before and frankly he was kind of nervous about falling asleep. If Scott got sick or something in the middle of the night, he might not wake up to be able to help him. He moves over to where she's standing and he presses a kiss to her temple, reaching out and taking the glass of coke from her and taking a long drink.]
Seriously. The best.