[ Practically jumping from bed when she hears that door-- except she can't really so she's just looking like she wants to. You were gone an awfully long time okay. ]
No. It's okay. [ Water that tastes a little like tomato isn't good. Nor is their jelly. Instead she's going to smile gently and try and not awkwardly paw for a hand of his. ]
I don't know when Matt could come in and he might be bringing something, but thank you.
[ This is a look of 'can I has hugs forever?'. CAN YOU STAY IRRITATED. CAN YOU? ]
[ Oops, looks like you've summoned him. Matthew knocks before he takes a step inside the room, but his expression is practically a mirror image of what Alfred's was when he first entered. Seethy.
He's trying, though, to smile. Trying and failing. At least he has cookies? ]
[ Good, because he doesn't want to give them to you anymore. Ignoring his brother completely, Matthew works his jaw and makes a beeline towards Fin's bed. Away from Al.
Matthew takes a deep breath and smiles. ]
I hope these are sweet enough for you, Fin. I doubt they'd be enough to make your situation any better, but...
[ Okay, so these aren't pancakes but they're cookies. Seriously who wouldn't be happy. Don't mind the slight open hand waiting for cookies or whatever... You both look weird still btw. Nothing strange in coming right to her. nope.]
It's okay. Anything is better than the food they have here. What are they? What kind?
They're um, ah - [ Matthew shifts the bundle of his arms, discerning their type with a quick glance. He was too angry to really pay attention to what he was getting in the bakery. ] - ...snickerdoodles and chocolate chip.
[ Al's favorites. Oops. He really was too (accidentally) considerate for his own good. Matthew's grip tightens around the bundle, crushing a few cookies in the process. The tips of his ears reddening, he reaches inside the bag and places a cookie in her awaiting hand. ]
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Alfred?
[ ...You look upset. ]
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How're you feeling?
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A little sore but all right.
[ After all, healing broken bones. Yeah. She's waving a hand at him to come closer. ]
Maybe a little hungry.
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I could run and get you something from the cafeteria or... something.
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No. It's okay. [ Water that tastes a little like tomato isn't good. Nor is their jelly. Instead she's going to smile gently and try and not awkwardly paw for a hand of his. ]
I don't know when Matt could come in and he might be bringing something, but thank you.
[ This is a look of 'can I has hugs forever?'. CAN YOU STAY IRRITATED. CAN YOU? ]
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Oh, right.
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He's trying, though, to smile. Trying and failing. At least he has cookies? ]
Um -- hello?
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Hey. Come in!
[ ...Is that cookies. I see cookies. I SEE REAL FOOD. ]
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[He sees you brought the cookies he requested. But he doesn't want them anymore.]
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Matthew takes a deep breath and smiles. ]
I hope these are sweet enough for you, Fin. I doubt they'd be enough to make your situation any better, but...
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It's okay. Anything is better than the food they have here. What are they? What kind?
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[ Al's favorites. Oops. He really was too (accidentally) considerate for his own good. Matthew's grip tightens around the bundle, crushing a few cookies in the process. The tips of his ears reddening, he reaches inside the bag and places a cookie in her awaiting hand. ]
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[ Coooookie. Once gotten she's going to nibble and then... look between the two again. She's moreso noticing Alfred's... quietness. ]
--Is there something wrong?
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