[He nods and emends that to "soup" in his head. If there's foodstuff in the kitchen, he can make soup. It won't be the best, but it'll be edible. He's kept himself alive on his own cooking this long.]
I can handle that.
[Not ungently, Therion takes Atsushi's hand and tucks it back under the blankets.]
Nudge me when you want the medicine. I'll be here. You need it right now?
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I can handle that.
[Not ungently, Therion takes Atsushi's hand and tucks it back under the blankets.]
Nudge me when you want the medicine. I'll be here. You need it right now?