I look forward to it. [here he is on the edge of his seat to hear hypocrisy. oh, doesn't like the coughing though, have a squeeze when pal takes his hand. fucking trench food poisoning.

the first point gets a soft snort, one that's a proper bark of a laugh at the second. he leans over, lips to pal's temple.

anyway.] Fine. Being sick gives you an edge there. [like he'd say no otherwise, he can be stubborn but given the bond he can't exactly argue with pal on these things. kind of freeing.

the rest has him settling back a bit.] I'll show you later, but there were oddities when under the microscope. A black film and a vivid red I can't quite pin down. The black substance lifted when oil from those mushrooms Nevermind wanted was applied, but the red remained.