"Hmm." Her eyes narrow slightly, and she peers up at him in mock suspicion. "I think you just want to make sure there's someone else who believes you when you say I'm a terrible patient."
Which is only sometimes the case - she's cooperative enough when she's badly injured. It's when she's on the cusp of functional that she gets frustrated enough to push herself, then sulk when she proves to be less recovered than she wants to be.
"Yep, you got me," he says solemnly, and clearly jokingly. "I need to prove that I'm the better patient than you." He is not the better patient. He doesn't even do sick well when he's too sick to move around.
He chuckles, and strokes a hand down her hair. "Especially since the only judge is gonna be Steven, and I'm pretty sure he'd pick you no matter what," he says.
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Which is only sometimes the case - she's cooperative enough when she's badly injured. It's when she's on the cusp of functional that she gets frustrated enough to push herself, then sulk when she proves to be less recovered than she wants to be.
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"Good thing we have an excellent chance of being fine," she says. "That's one competition no one should have to judge."
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(If it's at least a little bit relief because they have a plan, however loose it might be, well. That's fair, isn't it?)