[He seems like he wants to say something, but instead he focuses on not having a coughing fit with the spoon so close to his mouth.
And steady as he can make it, he tries to raise his head just a little bit, enough for the soup to actually touch his lips--
And oh god.
It's not that it tastes bad. He can't tell, to be honest. But there's a texture that lingers at back of his tongue as an aftertaste that is more than a little unappealing. He can feel his throat tightening--
He swallows a little more forcefully. There's no way he'd do that to her.]
I... [It burns when he does but he tries to clear his throat.] Help me sit up?
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And steady as he can make it, he tries to raise his head just a little bit, enough for the soup to actually touch his lips--
And oh god.
It's not that it tastes bad. He can't tell, to be honest. But there's a texture that lingers at back of his tongue as an aftertaste that is more than a little unappealing. He can feel his throat tightening--
He swallows a little more forcefully. There's no way he'd do that to her.]
I... [It burns when he does but he tries to clear his throat.] Help me sit up?