[If Philip really is that good of a drinker, this narration worries for his liver more than it worries for Dean Winchester’s.]
Oh, all right.
[She was slowly making her way around her chair, but since Philip is gracious enough to offer his assistance, there’s no sense in refusing it even if she’s certain she can make it on her own. Protests that she is entirely fine can wait for tomorrow when she’s nursing a killer headache.
That’s enough Sailor’s Tea for one day, thank you.
With help, Evelyn fumbles over to her bed – the journey punctuated by giggling and more than a few clumsy missteps – and sits on the edge, swaying for a moment before remaining upright. She then looks up at Philip, opening her mouth to say something and then shutting it when she forgets what it is. Evie smiles instead, reaching up to pat Philip’s cheek-]
...You’re a very nice man, Philip.
[-before pulling a pillow towards her and her feet up onto the bed. Hugging the cushion to her chest, half her face pressed against it, she waves in the direction of the door and mumbles.]
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Oh, all right.
[She was slowly making her way around her chair, but since Philip is gracious enough to offer his assistance, there’s no sense in refusing it even if she’s certain she can make it on her own. Protests that she is entirely fine can wait for tomorrow when she’s nursing a killer headache.
That’s enough Sailor’s Tea for one day, thank you.
With help, Evelyn fumbles over to her bed – the journey punctuated by giggling and more than a few clumsy missteps – and sits on the edge, swaying for a moment before remaining upright. She then looks up at Philip, opening her mouth to say something and then shutting it when she forgets what it is. Evie smiles instead, reaching up to pat Philip’s cheek-]
...You’re a very nice man, Philip.
[-before pulling a pillow towards her and her feet up onto the bed. Hugging the cushion to her chest, half her face pressed against it, she waves in the direction of the door and mumbles.]
I’ll b‘fine. No need t’worry.