Part of him wants to tell her not to be so difficult, but if she wasn't so difficult, she wouldn't be so Faye. That's always been a little bit of a dilemma, but they're friends and so he accepts the fact that as his friend, she always has been and probably always will be a little on the defensive.
Tugging at her hand, he urges her over to the chair by the bed so she can sit; he takes a seat on the edge of his bed so he can watch her. "To answer your question first, no, something doesn't have to be wrong for you to come here. I always like spending time with you no matter where we are."
If she remembered some or all of it, she should know that... even if she doesn't actually believe it.
"Please, tell me what happened. I want to know."
She really doesn't owe him any thanks at all: he did what any friend would do.
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Date: 2007-07-01 10:20 pm (UTC)Tugging at her hand, he urges her over to the chair by the bed so she can sit; he takes a seat on the edge of his bed so he can watch her. "To answer your question first, no, something doesn't have to be wrong for you to come here. I always like spending time with you no matter where we are."
If she remembered some or all of it, she should know that... even if she doesn't actually believe it.
"Please, tell me what happened. I want to know."
She really doesn't owe him any thanks at all: he did what any friend would do.