[She might have blushed, but she thinks it would be pretty hard to tell, with her face already being puffy and red from crying, not to mention all the smears, and...is it warmer? She doesn't...think so, but she thinks she might be sweating. It was hard to tell, with everything. Maybe she should just focus on the painful but reassuring pressure on her hand. His hold is helping to keep it steady, but it's not enough to stop her completely.]

...Yeah. It was jus' -- me an' -- my mom. [Fuck, there she goes again, crying. This has to be shortening her time, if it's about fevers. Dehydration, and...stuff. Ugh.] We'd go out to -- a place we could eat noodles. A-any place w-with noodles. Always...

[Until all this.]

I miss mmmy mom. I miss -- spaghetti.