Maybe I should just sit down.
Oh, yes. That would probably be a good idea.
Alright. I'll get you some.
And...I'm just going to make a phone call. Be right back.
Oh, it went to voicemail. How're you doing, lovely?
Not great. Mm. A nap wouldn't hurt, huh?
Of course. Why don't you just lean on my arm and I'll help you find a nice, horizontal surface.
That doesn't *sound* like a good idea...
And then I'll try to call Kid again so he can take care of you, alright, hon?
I don't need help *sleeping*... mm.
/is useless. leans on. Says dirty things. And then decides he wants to walk by himself and falls on his face
/sets Ronald more upright *with great effort*, gets him over to the bed, tucks him in, and leaves
/...is a decent person at heart.
/didn't you leave? Because he's going to probably ... you know. Have *Ronald time* if you leave.
/that's how Dr. Knox* rolls
(*he's not a real doctor)
/kissed you on the cheek before I left. Do you *want* me to stay?
/would if you were imaginary. But otherwise it gets creepy.
/and also this is public and Kid would punch him in the face and he would like it but he'd still be in the doghouse, y'know?
/yeah, I figured as much. That's why I'm leaving now.
... /FUCK. PULLS BLANKET UP. WAS UH-- NOT DOING ANYTHING
WILLIAM. DON'T WE HAVE A RULE ABOUT KNOCKING?
...What were you doing? /No seriously. Wat.
(Thank me later, William.)
... I'm a growing young man. /blanket up to his chin :|
Don't you normally do that at night? When I'm *sleeping* or something?
... Wouldn't that be *eerier* than doing it when you're supposed to be out, sir?
Fine, fine, do continue. I have *work* to do.
Am I not allowed to come back to my own room?
... It was Claude's mun, or are *multiple* people spiking my drinks now?
I know I'm handsome, but...