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He watched her go before lying back on the bed, dozing off a while later.
He watched her leave thoughtfully. "Thank you for looking out for me."
He considered her, raising an eyebrow. "Don't fret, Rory. Everything is okay."
He sighed, lying back on the pillows. "Don't apologize unless you would change your actions if you were given the opportunity," he replied....
He also frowned, tilting his head slightly. "Well, yes. But that's because it's hot in here."
He considered her, a small smile crossing his lips. "You're not annoying me. You're one of the few people around here I actually like."
He huffed, eyeing her almost amusedly. "You certainly are persistent."
"Two years," he replied, lying back.
He hesitated, shaking his head. "It's... it's been a long, long time since I've had a good night's sleep."
He looked almost pained by this, watching her. "It's not that simple, Rory."
"It is," he said slowly, looking over at her. "Thank you."
He shrugged, looking out the window. "It's just instinct. It's not anything to do with you."
He sighed, taking another sip of the tea. "I am okay," he replied tiredly. "I don't feel comfortable sleeping here anyway."
His brow was furrowed as he considered her, holding the mug of tea. "Why do you care?" he replied after a moment, his voice gruff. "I'm not your...
He sighed, taking the tea from her and leaning back against the pillows with a frown. "I don't normally sleep more than a couple hours a night,...
He sighed, looking out the window thoughtfully. He didn't look well, the fever symptoms aside. He had dark circles under his eyes and he ran a...
"My work is more important," he replied, sitting back against the pillows tiredly.
He frowned, considered her. "I have a lot of work to do."
He watched her for a moment, lying back against the wall. "Sure, Mallory."
He huffed, but relented, taking a sip of the tea for her. "There. Happy?"
