Mmm…scrambled this time I think. Everything drizzled with syrup. With the bacon you have the sweet and salty.
[Better than anchovies at least. They have too much salt that his already high blood pressure doesn’t need. Fingers ran through messy hair, trying to get it to lay ~~
i could always make you 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 eggs then、if you need something to fill yourself with... i'm just not sure how you'd prefer to have them this time. if you want me to make 'em up the same way for you that i always do、or if ━
How about…bacon and eggs? Something simple and not too filling if you’re not too hungry yet. Know my appetite is on and off sometimes but I’m actually pretty hungry right now.
and on the topic of having something to eat、was there anything you were craving in particular﹖ i haven't exactly entertained the idea of eating much yet —— i just know that i probably *need to...
... that's good、at least. doesn't feel like every day you sleep as well as you were wanting to. especially not with...⠀﹙ a vague gesturing of his hands. ﹚⠀... you know.
the lingering stubbornness. It was time to finally just..rest. Rest and not stress. Easier said than done but he’d find something to do to keep him occupied.
“You know sleep doesn’t come as easily as I want it..especially now.”
Blinking away tears, he took in a shaky breath, letting it out slowly. Dwight knew him like the back of his hand, being able to pick up on the tiniest detail. Not that it bothered him that he was able to see him so vulnerable. Gaze wandered down to hands settled on belly, light~~
even though danny was always known for being a more silent crier than he was personally、the subtle tremble in his shoulders from a back turned to face him hadn't gone without distinct notice. a growing ache in his chest、accompanied by ━
not that..I don’t know. Everything is out of whack. Not all bad though, at least.”
Letting his eyes close, he snuggled in as close as he could. Permanently dark circles seemed darker, cheeks wet from tears. Pretty sure it was obvious that everything was wearing him down despite~
pillow he had tucked against his chest. Scooting back against the other, the subtle return of back pain eased with the support of the other. Hand eventually gently settled on Dwight’s, curling fingers to lightly hold onto him.
“..how have you tolerated me for this long?”
Mouth opened to say something but decided otherwise, deciding to shift and scoot away slightly arms wrapping around his pillow. Too tired to argue and not trusting fluctuating emotions to say something that he’d regret.
Glad he was facing away from Dwight, he couldn’t see the ~~
〝 well... they better put their foot down and say something about it before 𝘪 have to —— 'cause why are you so determined to take on more work than what you can manage to handle right now anyway﹖ why do you always *deliberately ━
way eyes welled up with tears before finally spilling over. Saying he was a mess would be an understatement, it was…something. Something they’re trying to navigate through and find solutions to keep him from stressing himself out too much.
“…sorry.”
Muttered, muffled by the~~