[Oh he gets let in and pointed at Jubes's condo where she's gooey and sick and curled up on her couch with tea (ew) and wearing sweats, socks and her hair scraggly. She hates being sick. She's one of those people that immediately look like a famine survivor when she does.
And, there's nothing on TV.]
I'd hug you, but you'd probably catch the plague. Bless you.
[action;]
And, there's nothing on TV.]
I'd hug you, but you'd probably catch the plague. Bless you.