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Sometimes people say things casually that he feels maybe shouldn't be said so casually. His glasses are somewhere, probably next to the aspirin on the side table, but he doesn't need them to find Vincent's eyes, "y-yeah...I'll um, get right on that."

Vincent just looks back, one eyebrow raised.

...you didn't disagree. That's just as significant.

"Good." Beat. "You should probably take some aspirin."

If he didn't ready feel like death that look might have him sweating.

"Probably. But that means sitting up."

"Yes," he says patiently, "but then you can slump back down and rest once it's done."

Hanna grumbles, inching towards the edge of the mattress. He's still got Vincent's hand held hostage, but he currently doesn't want to let it go.

Slowly, and maybe a bit dramatically he sits up finally, taking the tablets and chasing them with water. He sets it down with a look that says 'see, I did it' before he flops back down again.

"And for my next trick I'm going to figure out how to let David know without him wanting to go kill Sebastian."

"...good luck on that one from what you've said."

A wry note, but he can't say he disapproves.

"You really do have to introduce us at some point."

He has to wonder if phrasing it as an order would work but his nose wrinkles at the idea. He doesn't like that one bit.

"I think he likes his new room... you uh, wanna do like a movie night? Not like im gonna be doing much this week." And it'd be nice, having his best friend and boyfriend get along.

"No," he says blithely, "I intend to deny you this simple request and avoid your friend til the end of time."

He leans over and kisses his hair.

"Which day were you thinking?"

"Mmm...sounds fair." Hanna fishes their linked hands out of under the blankets presses a little kiss to his knuckles.

"The day I can stomach popcorn again."

"So let's plan on somewhere like four or five days out, then."

He looks down and gives his hand a squeeze.

"Any particular sort of movie?"

"Ugh. That's depressing."

Especially when he had actually tried this time, defended himself even if it was basically a lost cause from the beginning.

He makes another grumpy noise as he thinks.

"...he's never seen all the jurassic park movies. We should fix that."

"Alas that we cannot obtain dino nuggets," he says with a deep sigh and a shake of his head. If there's a pause, he shrugs.

"They were easy to buy in mass quantities and cheap. It was one of the few things we had growing up that were not... strictly of the Order."

Hanna smiles, thinking of his own childhood, "my favorite was mashed potato volcano and dino nuggets." No amount of misery can be fixed by Dino nuggies alone, but they sure did help.

"Did the Order have a Costco membership?"

"A frequent favorite for us as well." A pause before he spreads his hands. "Either they did or those who donated. I admit that the particulars of shops never much entered my concerns."

"Fair. It was just the three of us so we didn't have one." His dad generally did the grocery shopping on his way home from the middle school. They'd go together until he'd moved up to the highschool.

"Man...now i want mashed potatoes and nuggets but I also feel like im gonna yarf." A terrible predicament.

"Which is why you're on soup and water until your stomach stops turning itself inside out."

He brushes through Hanna's hair gently.

Hanna wrinkles his nose at that, but it's probably for the best, "I'm going to be sneaking oreos when you leave." Because lets be real, he probably will.

"And if I ask you to please not to, for your own sake?"

His nose stay wrinkled as Vincent traps him, frowning. Well that just isn't fair.

"...maybe I can try and resist the temptation."

He will get a kiss to the hair.

"I would greatly appreciate it, my love. Save us all the bile, hmm?"

"I wouldn't make you clean it up," He grumbles under his breath, because he might be dumb, but he isn't about to make his bad decisions be all his problem.

"But alright. Just, no chicken noodle. That just reminds me too much of being sick." While he's sick even.

"What would you prefer?" he asks with a little smile. "Since you're being so accommodating, I should do the same, no?"

"I'm not picky outside of that...I like tomato soup?" Just, not tomato paste, which he learned one time was definitely not the same thing.

"Tomato soup and, when your stomach is up to it, perhaps a grilled cheese?"

Hanna flops back with a sigh of longing, "sounds like heaven, babe."

Maybe he can use some magic to put himself to sleep, make the time go by quicker. "I think I've got some extra sleep runes somewhere in the mess on the counter, maybe I can use those so I dont have trouble."

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