aexterno:

demens-lacesso:

And someone got sweets brought to him in his room. He regrets nothing, but he’s still resting so that counts for something?

_{“You know, I’m beginning to think that your body runs on sugar and will crumble without it.” Don’t let the kindness fool you, she doesn’t approve of him eating sweets while recovering.}

“Exactly why you’ll hardly ever see me eating anything else. If that’s true, then why test it?~”

He can’t see the sweetly disproving look, so she’s wasting the energy glaring at him.