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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 20:45:28 GMT -5
She returned from the microwave with a cup of a particular tea she brewed, which included feverfew. "It will help with the migraine," she said, handing it to him. It was a long moment before she replied to the new information. "Between the migraines and the odd behavior, it sounds like a mental power to me."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 20:47:17 GMT -5
::Pietro took the mug wordlessly and sipped from the brew. The thought had occurred to him as well, although it did not explain the static and it was more than he wanted to deal with.:: "I do not want it."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 20:52:22 GMT -5
She gave him a long look, simply because the shoe was now on the other foot. "Many don't."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 21:02:18 GMT -5
::Pietro sipped the tea again but said nothing for the moment. He found that the tea helped with the migraine, for which he was appreciative.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 21:04:50 GMT -5
Typhoid sat down beside him. "The symptoms will go away, hopefully," she said, although she felt like she was stating the obvious. Her hand came up, fingertips brushing the very edges of his remaining hair in sadness. "I wish I had a better solution. What I could try you either won't like or might not survive, and I don't want to risk it."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 21:08:39 GMT -5
::Pietro removed one hand from the mug, bringing it up to cover her hand and move it away from his hair. He was sensitive about it now and assumed it was only a waiting game until he lost more.:: "I am used to not having solutions."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 21:13:05 GMT -5
She didn't know what to say in response to that; instead she squeezed his hand when he took it. "Did you want to stay here tonight?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 21:17:56 GMT -5
::Pietro returned the squeeze of her hand and seriously contemplated it.:: "I don't know if I would make it through the night."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 21:30:51 GMT -5
"The headache?" she asked.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 21:32:00 GMT -5
::Pietro confirmed that with a nod.:: "Yes."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 21:36:46 GMT -5
"Do you want me to come back with you?" She would, if he wanted to have her with him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 21:40:11 GMT -5
::It was a tempting thought, but Pietro did not want to disrupt her life.:: "Do you have class in the morning?"
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 21:43:21 GMT -5
"No, in the afternoon," she said. She'd needed the morning to work on her paper, and so she'd told her professor for her morning class that she'd do the work online for that class only.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 21:47:22 GMT -5
"Can you work at the mansion?" ::Pietro asked. If she only had an afternoon class, it would be less of an imposition if he asked her to return with him.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 21:53:14 GMT -5
"Online, yes," she replied.
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