Shaun was privately convinced that Bill would find a way to blame them both for something no matter which option was chosen, but he didn't say so out loud, only took the empty glass from Desmond once he'd drained it and headed back to refill it at the sink. Food wasn't something they had in abundance at the moment, but he could at least gather what was left and hope for the best.
He supposed it was rather like a moult--regrowing feathers required a lot of energy, and Desmond wasn't going through the process over a number of days, it was all at once on top of the fact that he'd been unconscious ever since the 21st. No real surprise that he was starving.
"Just try not to move around too much," he advised as he returned to the bed to hand over a couple packages of crisps, a random assortment of fruits, and the leftover slices of last night's pizza. "And I wouldn't try to find a mirror before it's all finished coming in--you look a bit like you've started to turn into a plucked chicken, mate."
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Date: 2015-02-24 08:00 pm (UTC)He supposed it was rather like a moult--regrowing feathers required a lot of energy, and Desmond wasn't going through the process over a number of days, it was all at once on top of the fact that he'd been unconscious ever since the 21st. No real surprise that he was starving.
"Just try not to move around too much," he advised as he returned to the bed to hand over a couple packages of crisps, a random assortment of fruits, and the leftover slices of last night's pizza. "And I wouldn't try to find a mirror before it's all finished coming in--you look a bit like you've started to turn into a plucked chicken, mate."