"Oh my god," says Johnny, halfway between exasperation and amusement, as he aims to steer Gabe into the bedroom. He stalls out both at Gabe's silent request for the couch, and at the sight of the other presence on the floor by the bed.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," he says. "I see Aziraphale was super helpful."
Scout lifts his head, his tail wagging gently like he wants to come over and greet Johnny, but ultimately he seems unwilling to forsake his apparently very comfortable spot on the unconscious angel's back.
"Jesus, can't let you outta my sight for a minute," he says lightly, helping Gabe to the couch, setting him up with a pillow and a blanket. "I'm fine, see? Just went to get some stuff for you, like I said. Mako's right about the soup. That's why I got some." He reaches into his bag and pulls out a can of chicken noodle, waggling it at him. "Look, whatever this is, I think it's safe to assume it's just folks like you and the argyle avenger in there who are being affected. That means you're gonna have to take the advice of us lowly humans today. We know how to deal with the flu, all right? Just sit tight, let us help you."
He turns away, giving Mako a look as he heads into the kitchen. "Thank god you're here," he mutters. "Sorry about all this. I mean, I could... probably use an extra pair of hands, if..." He shrugs. This is not exactly prime hang-out material, but she's here, and she's already heating water. That's a good sign, right?
He lays out his purchases on the counter: soup, cayenne, ginger root, and NyQuil. "Last resort," he says softly, pointing to the latter. "What're you making?"
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"Oh, for fuck's sake," he says. "I see Aziraphale was super helpful."
Scout lifts his head, his tail wagging gently like he wants to come over and greet Johnny, but ultimately he seems unwilling to forsake his apparently very comfortable spot on the unconscious angel's back.
"Jesus, can't let you outta my sight for a minute," he says lightly, helping Gabe to the couch, setting him up with a pillow and a blanket. "I'm fine, see? Just went to get some stuff for you, like I said. Mako's right about the soup. That's why I got some." He reaches into his bag and pulls out a can of chicken noodle, waggling it at him. "Look, whatever this is, I think it's safe to assume it's just folks like you and the argyle avenger in there who are being affected. That means you're gonna have to take the advice of us lowly humans today. We know how to deal with the flu, all right? Just sit tight, let us help you."
He turns away, giving Mako a look as he heads into the kitchen. "Thank god you're here," he mutters. "Sorry about all this. I mean, I could... probably use an extra pair of hands, if..." He shrugs. This is not exactly prime hang-out material, but she's here, and she's already heating water. That's a good sign, right?
He lays out his purchases on the counter: soup, cayenne, ginger root, and NyQuil. "Last resort," he says softly, pointing to the latter. "What're you making?"