Was I really? -he rubs his face in his hands, which only smears more dust and dirt on his cheeks and forehead, and he sighs-
I don’t know what happened. I must’ve just taken—
-suddenly remembering your presence, he stops mid-sentence and coughs awkwardly- A wrong turn. And passed out or something. Maybe I’m just tired.
-he leans his head on your shoulder as you walk him forward- Hot chocolate sounds perfect.
{;cocks her head slightly, puzzled by your sudden change in tone, but she decides not to ask about it – you probably had your reasons} Probably. Are you even sleeping lately? {;leans in to inspect your face}
Yeah we should get you cleaned up first. And then hot chocolate.
{;continues walking towards the cafe, opening the door while supporting your head (and your entire body, really) against hers, almost hauling you into the shop}
