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We can prob'ly make somethin' that's easy on the stomach.

[ grabs the cookbook again with his free hand and starts flipping through. ]

[he leans over a little bit to squint down at the book as he looks through it]

What kinda soup were ya thinkin'?

Dunno. I figured we'd look in the fridge an' see what we got.

Mmm . . . I can always go out an' get anythin' if ya need it.

That'd help. I kinda don't wanna leave 'em alone fer a bit, yanno?

[he squeezes his hand]

I know. Bet they want ya around, too.

You just gimme a list after ya go through the fridge'n I'll handle it.

Thanks, bro.

[ squeezes back.

if nothing else, he seems okay with this. ]

Mhm. Just tryin' to help.

[he's glad for that because this is his hand until they leave the room]

Yer doin' great.

[a soft snort]

Ain't done much.

Helped havin' ya here with me. Would still be screamin' into that pillow otherwise.

. . . 'm glad I can be here for ya, bro.

[ you are TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD. ]

C'mon. Let's go make some damn soup.