Triela was there! She looked... pretty much like she had on Tuesday. Awake, alert, and... a bit physically tired.
The fact that she hadn't made much progress since Tuesday was something that Hilshire was very obviously worried about. Worried enough to even say something about it.
Dolf showed up a little while after his mini-party in the dorms, a Dutch flag made of cheap, soft plastic between his fingers. It flopped a little mournfully.
"Good," Dolf said, attempting another smile. It still wasn't quite working. "Weird. I still haven't been able to get home, but I have a girlfriend now, so I guess it's not all bad."
"Hey, at least I made it this far?" Her lip twitched and she glanced over at the chair that Hilshire had eventually vacated so that he could make some calls back to Rome.
"You know I almost die when I was younger, right?"
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The fact that she hadn't made much progress since Tuesday was something that Hilshire was very obviously worried about. Worried enough to even say something about it.
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"Hey," he said, attempting a smile.
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She was glad to see him.
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But not before tucking the flag in the bedframe. "How are you feeling?" he asked, lamely.
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"It's not like I hurt anywhere."
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He had no idea how to speak to the sick when there wasn't anything he could do to help them.
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"I'm not objecting to an excuse to celebrate."
She grinned at him. "So... how was your first year?"
Might as well catch up, right? Since there might not be a chance to later.
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She wasn't sure why that was important to her, but it was.
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Not that she knew what precisely was okay...
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He rubbed at one eye with the back of his hand because he wasn't going to start crying now.
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Which didn't explain why her throat was tightening up slightly.
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He just had no idea what could be done about it.
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"You know I almost die when I was younger, right?"
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