Right. [ he doesn’t sound convinced, but sure, whatever helps him sleep through the night. bringing it up once is a joke, but twice starts to sound dangerously like a serious proposition.

it’s not the worst idea in the world, but they clearly have more pressing matters to attend to. it’s not very attractive to hack up a lung while you’re trying to flirt. ]

If they didn’t want me walking into ‘em, they should make ‘em taller! [ he pouts. even in a blank-slate world, his height isn’t accommodated! he’d like to speak to the void’s manager, please. ] But my standards are pretty up there too.

[ he stands, brow furrowing for a moment as he feels the full pain in his chest spike with the movement. he’s said his piece... now it’s time to hope that things get better. ] So you’d better rest up so we both stop being sickly bastards, alright? Or else I’ll have to start lowering them.

[ he moves to leave, but not before nodding to the glass bottle he had given him. ] And make sure you drink all of that. I worked hard on it.

[ joking! probably. ]