Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

He was listening to her as he pulled the tea closer to him. He glanced at her and tilted his head, a soft smile on his delirious face as she mentioned he was different than the slavers. He was glad for that. She... forgives him? Really? Before he could process it she grabbed the tea in front of him and downed it fast. His lips part gently in slow-motion gasp. His eyes blink blink blink.

"Wait did you just...?" If he looked down was the cup still there? Nope, it wasn't there. He put his nose down on where it would have been and nope, it definitely wasn't there.

"Was there a cup here? Did you... drink it?" Did she really forgive him? "If you're sick, you'll probably feel better in a few hours. If you're not, you might start to see and feel things sooner than that." He shook his head and chuckled. She really was just like *that.*

"You're not very nice you know." He says dreamily as he lays his head on the table sideways, looking up at her. He was so used to his siblings' overbearing and abundant cuddles. Wylans chipper attitude and hugs. It was nice to just be and not need to worry about worrying and burdening them. He hoped Wyl was doing okay.

"Speech"