[He's being a couch potato today, as is deserved, sitting on the actual couch and fiddling with his communicator. Well, it looks like he is. By the time she finds him he hasn't touched the screen to change anything for about ten minutes straight, just staring aimlessly, lost in thought.
He starts a little as she hugs him from behind, tilting his head upwards to face her.]
Ah... who told you that?
[Look, he's trying to joke! He's fine. He's definitely not dying a little inside.]
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He starts a little as she hugs him from behind, tilting his head upwards to face her.]
Ah... who told you that?
[Look, he's trying to joke! He's fine. He's definitely not dying a little inside.]