Theodore Nott (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nottfinished) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
The possibility of getting whatever it was that Charlie had was unfortunately higher for Theo than it would have been ordinarily, his background of malnourishment and then a stint in Azkaban and the Janus Thickey ward alongside his aversion to eating meant that his immune system was rickety at the best of times. Then again, he was sick enough that he probably wouldn't notice if he'd caught the next plague from Charlie or anyone else he passed in the street. He wasn't about to tell his patient-cum-host that though and he shook his head. "I'm sure I'll be fine." he said without doubt and ducked his head a little at the gratitude after he'd handed Charlie the Muggle remedy.
Theo was impressed at how nonchalantly Charlie held his mug when he himself could only hold a hot cup by the handle or after pulling his sleeves down around his hands. "If you're sure." he said, leaving a chance for Charlie to change his mind if he wanted to. He was a bit taken aback at Charlie's apology, completely unrequired in any case and especially when Charlie had been nothing but polite and good natured despite clearly feeling unwell.
He understood what Charlie was trying to say and he didn't take offense in the least, but there was something helplessly sweet about Charlie's verbal stumbling and Theo couldn't hide the almost fond little quirk of a smile that the reaction provoked out of him. He tried to even it out into a more understanding expression because he didn't want to Charlie to think he was laughing at him; "You're okay." he assured. "I know you're not, I've got no expectations of you right now, it's okay." Something inside him warmed at Charlie's spoken affirmation that it was good to see him and he didn't know what it was or why but it made it a little harder to swallow momentarily. "I'm glad I got to see that you're okay, well, to a degree. And it really is okay; I know what you mean about not being good with words." Not that Theo was necessarily bad with them, he'd just been taught to hold his tongue so wholly that it was hard for him now to remember he was allowed to talk. This chat with Charlie was the most he'd spoken in months. "I know that it's no fun being sick; I can let you rest and go if you'd like me to or I can stay if you want the company - whatever you want, I'm happy with whatever you decide."