William is not entirely himself, probably, because it takes him a rather long few seconds in silence of introspection before he thinks to say. "Yes," his eyes snapping back into focus on Benji's face. Gratefully. "Water, I think. You should have some too if you haven't." As medical facts go, this is a good one to know. You ought to drink water, if and when possible. "I should--
"Oh I'll come with you," William adds, realizing. "I need to wash my hands." They've been on about that. Minimizing risk of infection. It seems like an awfully long-term concern right now, and it slides out of his thoughts every time the ship gives a little jump or rattle (as it does now) (constantly) (and there she goes again) but the doctor had been adamant.
William gets up. Casts around briefly to figure out what to do with his bandage roll, and winds up looking hopefully toward her flowy dystopian drapery. He has the more regular, boring dystopian pants-and-shirt, and his pockets, fairly numerous though they are, are full by now. Absurdly, it's this riddle of where to install the remaining medical supplies?? that finally brings out the question: "Have you thought we should have stayed the fuck home."
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"Oh I'll come with you," William adds, realizing. "I need to wash my hands." They've been on about that. Minimizing risk of infection. It seems like an awfully long-term concern right now, and it slides out of his thoughts every time the ship gives a little jump or rattle (as it does now) (constantly) (and there she goes again) but the doctor had been adamant.
William gets up. Casts around briefly to figure out what to do with his bandage roll, and winds up looking hopefully toward her flowy dystopian drapery. He has the more regular, boring dystopian pants-and-shirt, and his pockets, fairly numerous though they are, are full by now. Absurdly, it's this riddle of where to install the remaining medical supplies?? that finally brings out the question: "Have you thought we should have stayed the fuck home."