She looked up in surprise. "Paint the walls? What color?" *** He frowned. "So what if we fought? We've fought before."
"I don't know. Something. We gotta make this feel more homey." * ** "Not like this," she replied weakly, coughing into her elbow. "That was a bad one."
"Let's have tea first, but we should reflect on this. Let's start thinking of colors." * * * "Yeah, it was," she said, sounding as if she was about to start crying. "It's about our futures and our ability to stay friends, Cy."
She nodded, pouring the water and steeping the tea. "That works for me." *** His arms dropped. "But that doesn't stop us from being friends.."
"What kind of tea is it?" he asked curiously. * * * She sniffled again, but started coughing again weakly, unable to get any words out.
"That's perfect. I don't have a discerning palate for teas anyway." * ** She nodded, panting slightly to catch her breath. "I'm fine," she said, her eyes slightly cloudy. "Just allergies."
He cupped the mug in his large hands, looking down. "It smells good." * * * She shook her head. "I'm fine."
"Boiling water has that tendency," he teased. * * * She sniffled again, squinting up at him. "What are you gonna do?"
She rolled her eyes playfully. "I had no idea." *** "I'm not sure how much I can do. Can Ilook in your kitchen?"
"It's alright. You gave me tea, I taught you something about hot water; we both learned something today," he said smugly, straightening up and taking a tentative sip of the tea. * * * She didn't have much, unfortunately. Her shelves were mostly stocked with various berries and nuts. She sat up in bed, looking over at him. "Cy... you don't have to do this..."
It was green tea. It tastes slightly sweet, as she added a small amount of honey. *** He looked back at her. "I know. I want to."
He inhaled, looking down at the tea carefully. “Hmm...” *** She squinted before moving to stand up, struggling. “We can’t have an argument and then you come and cure me instantly.”
"It's good," he replied, looking up at her with a smile. * * * "Because that's not how arguments work," she said stubbornly. "I thought you weren't ever going to talk to me again."
