[Flopping onto his bed then, curling back up around a pillow. A bit pathetic, but maybe some wallowing is excusable. He literally has not slowed down once since Beau died, and it's all starting to catch up at once. He doesn't take any booze or cookies for the moment, but, he does look at them. Considering.]
As long as you don't ask me how I am. Do not ask me how I am.
[Not today at least. Not when he is very obviously not okay.
The cookies and booze are left on whatever flat surface is nearby, within arm's reach if Molly decides he wants some. Then Luca is going to sit on the edge of the bed.]
I'm not so good with words anyway, so I was thinking I could offer a more physical comfort?
[He's holding a hairbrush when he says that too, he's not talking horny right now. Let him pamper you, Molly.]
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[Cookies or booze, Molly? Luca has both.
Also he'llstep right into the room and shut the door behind him, and wherever Molly went is where Luca will go too.]
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As long as you don't ask me how I am. Do not ask me how I am.
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[Not today at least. Not when he is very obviously not okay.
The cookies and booze are left on whatever flat surface is nearby, within arm's reach if Molly decides he wants some. Then Luca is going to sit on the edge of the bed.]
I'm not so good with words anyway, so I was thinking I could offer a more physical comfort?
[He's holding a hairbrush when he says that too, he's not talking horny right now. Let him pamper you, Molly.]