[It's more weary than scolding. God, but he's tired. He can't be tired yet, but he's so tired. He rubs circles between Fugo's shoulderblades, starting a bit, stupidly, when Joseph returns.]
Thank--
[Oh. And there's Fugo . . . Fugo-ing. Despite everything, it makes him laugh a little under his breath as he takes the water.]
Well, at least I know you're not actually dying. Thank you for the water, Mister . . . ?
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[It's more weary than scolding. God, but he's tired. He can't be tired yet, but he's so tired. He rubs circles between Fugo's shoulderblades, starting a bit, stupidly, when Joseph returns.]
Thank--
[Oh. And there's Fugo . . . Fugo-ing. Despite everything, it makes him laugh a little under his breath as he takes the water.]
Well, at least I know you're not actually dying. Thank you for the water, Mister . . . ?