[That first comment makes him cough his way through a laugh. All through her questions, his grin remains. He hears her, even in his daydreaming. He's not ready to open his eyes though, not ready to--
Fingers graze his skin, brushing over his cheek, pushing back the longer strands behind his ear. He sees a small, slight smile and he's not sure what to make of it.
--Wake. He blinks.]
I... do I...?
[He glances down at himself, then at the rest of the worn down kitchen. He laughs ruefully.]
Guess I do... [He smiles at her.] Help me find... tomato paste... can opener... something clean... utensil or gloves...
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Fingers graze his skin, brushing over his cheek, pushing back the longer strands behind his ear. He sees a small, slight smile and he's not sure what to make of it.
--Wake. He blinks.]
I... do I...?
[He glances down at himself, then at the rest of the worn down kitchen. He laughs ruefully.]
Guess I do... [He smiles at her.] Help me find... tomato paste... can opener... something clean... utensil or gloves...