[ He lets her have it. She did throw hers on the ground because of his joke, after all. His laughter peters out eventually, and he suddenly feels an intense wave of gratitude, smiling softly at her. He would be fine if he woke up her with no one else he knew. He would be fine. He's good at being alone (he isn't), he can make his own way in the world, but finding Rita here, getting to tease her, and, honestly, her getting that upset about the potential of him dying (definitely not telling her that, now), it makes him feel all warm.
He looks away with another soft laugh. ]
Don't eat it so fast, jeez.
[ He gets himself another one, tossing more gald on the counter. He does not, however, go to clean up the ice cream on the floor. ]
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He looks away with another soft laugh. ]
Don't eat it so fast, jeez.
[ He gets himself another one, tossing more gald on the counter. He does not, however, go to clean up the ice cream on the floor. ]