[nehan takes the book and sits up. adjusting his pillows and bunching up his sheets underneath to make a mound he can recline on, and read one-handed. it's, of course, slow with just the one hand to rely on and needing to pause to huff and puff because this is so much work right out of the bathtub, but he works with determination anyway.]
You're right-- I would never ask. [which makes the offer moot, doesn't it?] I don't know what makes you think I would accept that offer, or call on you when I need it.
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You're right-- I would never ask. [which makes the offer moot, doesn't it?] I don't know what makes you think I would accept that offer, or call on you when I need it.