[ Ange grabs one of the glasses, starting to fill it up with water. She lets out a small, almost amused sound when she hears him speak like that from the sofa - since it's death flu, he should hopefully be okay again soon, even though it's obviously having some impact on him if he's getting kind of delirious. (It's kind of cute, and would be cuter if the cause of all of this wasn't so sad.)
She returns over towards the sofa, putting the glass down within reach for him. ]
I won't. [ Forget the gifts, that is. ] Please take care, alright? Hopefully you'll feel better soon.
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Date: 2021-03-12 07:30 pm (UTC)She returns over towards the sofa, putting the glass down within reach for him. ]
I won't. [ Forget the gifts, that is. ] Please take care, alright? Hopefully you'll feel better soon.
[ Ange grabs the gifts, says a last: ]
See you later, Martin.
[ And with that, she walks out of the door. ]