It takes a few minutes before Aya shows up at his door, wanting to wait until the worst of the shock and horror had faded, though both are still clear upon her face when she cracks the door open and peeks inside. And mixed in with them, she's very worried.
She can't bring herself to speak just yet. She's just looking at him, half-hiding behind the door.
Aya nodded once and stood from the bed. Thankfully, they had instant soup on hand. She could have tried making something from scratch, but that would take far longer than she cared to.
Five minutes later she carried in a tray with the soup in a steaming mug, a dose of a sleeping aid on a napkin with the spoon, and a glass of milk.
Aya just nodded and took a seat a more conversational distance away on the bed, allowing him room to eat. She didn't have anything she needed to say for the time being. The visions from his dream lingered still in her mind, but would have to wait.
She can't bring herself to speak just yet. She's just looking at him, half-hiding behind the door.
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"You're too hard on yourself," she whispered.
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He sighed and finally looked up. He seemed to have regained some of his color back.
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A smile was waiting for him when he looked up.
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He rested his hand on her head.
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"I take that to mean you've had enough of me being the grown-up."
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"No. I haven't."
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"I'll go make you a cup of soup."
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"Thank you. I'd like that."
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Five minutes later she carried in a tray with the soup in a steaming mug, a dose of a sleeping aid on a napkin with the spoon, and a glass of milk.
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"Thank you."
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