[ 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: 2021-03-09 05:04 am (UTC)[At least until someone a little more substantial than Ange comes by. He supposes he needs to give her something to do, though.]
Could you get me a glass of water while I get settled, maybe?
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Date: 2021-03-09 03:01 pm (UTC)[ In fact, she's already standing up as she says those words, looking over to see where to get some water here. ]
I'll grab you that and then I'll get going.
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Date: 2021-03-12 05:29 am (UTC)[Martin lists further to the side until he's lying down on the sofa. The kitchen is nearby and she'll find clean glasses in a drying rack.]
Why did you come over again? I've... I think I've forgotten.
[He feels so out of it, he can't remember a lot of what they've talked about already.]
Gifts. The gifts. Don't forget to take those?
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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. ]