[ He manages to curtail his coughing long enough to sip whatever’s offered, and sits for a moment after that struggling to keep it from kicking back up. A second sip and a dusty clearing of his throat, and he’s recovered enough to nod along with her assurance. ]
Thank you.
[ His voice rasps thin; he clears his throat again -- bleary from the coughing, but still quite sober. ]
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Date: 2020-03-18 07:30 am (UTC)Thank you.
[ His voice rasps thin; he clears his throat again -- bleary from the coughing, but still quite sober. ]
May I ask you something?