Mouse (to Eep): Thank you for the lovely bouquet, it was a nice surprise.
Eep (to Mouse): You're welcome. You didn't sound too good this morning. Do you need soup? I can bring you some after work.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh good, I feel like hell, my head is so stuffed up. I'd make a joke about wishing I was dead, but it's probably not appropriate. I would love some soup... you are very nice.
Eep (to Mouse): Nah. Not really. I make an exception for you, because I like you.
Mouse (to Eep): Awww, I would smile, but my face hurts.
Eep (to Mouse): Even smiling make your face ache? Ugh. Sounds nasty. I'll come prepared when I bring you food, then.
Mouse (to Eep): I'll leave a hazmat suit outside my door for you. :-P
Mouse (to Eep): what time are you done with work?
Eep (to Mouse): I got done a little bit ago. I'm in the midst of buying you soup and a small pharmacy worth of cold shit. Any requests? I'm pretty sure you could get drunk off of half this shit. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a terrible thing.
Mouse (to Eep): wow, as long as it's not cherry flavored, I'm sure whatever you pick out will be fine...
Eep (to Mouse): I'm choosing meds based on the "The more warnings it has, the better it works" theory...
Mouse (to Eep): Thank you, I've never had anyone take care if me before when I've been under the weather besides Vincent & you never want that... Trust me.
Eep (to Mouse): God, tell me about it! Robert sent him to "take care of me" one time when I had holed up in my room. He wore a candy stripers outfit. I'm pretty sure he had on thigh-highs.
Mouse (to Eep): oh yes, I know that outfit well... It used to be mine, but after he "borrowed" it, I had to let him keep it.
Eep (to Mouse): Guh! Can't blame you for not wanting it back.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm assuming it got you out of the room?
Eep (to Mouse): As fast as I fucking could. As a "Get Eep the hell out of his room" therapy, it was highly successful. I also changed the locks on my bedroom door after that. I'm used to having to take care of people when they're sick. My pop was USELESS when he didn't feel well. Course, he was just hung over most of the time...
Mouse (to Eep): I just tend to curl up in bed, put on movies & alternate between watching, sleeping or reading a book.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. When I feel shitty, I just tend to curl up in an ass ball and not get out of bed until I'm human again. Not surprisingly, I'm NOT the most fun guy to be around when I'm sick.
Mouse (to Eep): well, I certainly don't want to get you sick... I know this may be too soon to mention, but do you want a key to my place? I mean, in case you want to escape your house or something... I was just thinking in case I fell asleep, I might not hear you knock & it would be easier if you had one.
Eep (to Mouse): OK. On my way with a meth lab's worth of cold meds and a pint of wonton soup in tow. See you soon… Oh. Um, yeah. I mean, if you trust me with one, and all. Which clearly you do, or you wouldn't have offered. Jesus. I swear to fuck I'm not special needs...
Mouse (to Eep): Of course, I trust you... I can't believe you'd think otherwise, after everything. Besides, it's just a key, I didn't propose :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. No, you're right. Sorry. Don't mean to be a spaz, I'm just, um, flattered, I guess. I know it's not a big deal, but, um... I dunno. Sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry I sprang it on you like that, not as romantic as I would have liked. I think this cold has turned my brain to mush.
Eep (to Mouse): Thank GOD it wasn't all romantic and meaningful. I may have fainted. :p
Mouse: I have the best boyfriend in the world. Wonton soup consumed & now sleepytime.
Eep (to Mouse): Hey! Who is this other boyfriend? Kidding! Kidding. Get some rest, pretty lady. I hope you feel better tomorrow.
