Ahh. Perhaps he played his part too well. He watches her heave up, watches her disintegrate and run away to hurl up her guts. He gives her a minute, pondering which next steps to take, and goes to put the kettle on and bring her a glass of cold water.
He slips into the bathroom without knocking, settling behind her on the tiled floor. Slowly, soothingly, he rubs circles on her back, letting her finish puking before gently offering the water.
“The drugs affected me as well.” He murmurs. “My apologies, but that rush was what drove me to propose. It wasn’t until I tripped over my own feet before you arrived that my body cleared the fog.”
Poor girl, he’s not surprised she feels awful. What brings the mood up inevitably sends it crashing down again.
“I have some green tea. That will settle your stomach before you sleep.” He really needed to talk to her in more depth, but that can take place when she’s no longer drunk.
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He slips into the bathroom without knocking, settling behind her on the tiled floor. Slowly, soothingly, he rubs circles on her back, letting her finish puking before gently offering the water.
“The drugs affected me as well.” He murmurs. “My apologies, but that rush was what drove me to propose. It wasn’t until I tripped over my own feet before you arrived that my body cleared the fog.”
Poor girl, he’s not surprised she feels awful. What brings the mood up inevitably sends it crashing down again.
“I have some green tea. That will settle your stomach before you sleep.” He really needed to talk to her in more depth, but that can take place when she’s no longer drunk.