[ The worst kind of host--but not really. He wants to tell her that it's fine. He's fine and that she doesn't really need to get anything but when she's already up and saying that, it'd be weird to protest.
He looks over his shoulder as she moves to the kitchen, flexing his jaw a little once she won't be looking because ow... what an idiotic thing to do, yet somehow it seems fitting. The ache is dulling down now, at least.
Only he has to double take at what she says. ] I--what? [ And you think of him as strange???
He reaches for the glass, taking a sip. It stings a little, but it helps get rid of the taste of blood in his mouth. ]
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He looks over his shoulder as she moves to the kitchen, flexing his jaw a little once she won't be looking because ow... what an idiotic thing to do, yet somehow it seems fitting. The ache is dulling down now, at least.
Only he has to double take at what she says. ] I--what? [ And you think of him as strange???
He reaches for the glass, taking a sip. It stings a little, but it helps get rid of the taste of blood in his mouth. ]