Re: Theo | Roxanne
"Course I came." Roxanne slid into the empty spot he'd just made, tucking one leg beneath her as she looked around at the papers and books strewn around them. It wasn't looking very sickbed-like in here. At least not in the way she knew it. No chattering relatives, no brightly covered sweets strewn acoss the bleached white covers. Just Theo and his books. Roxanne wrinkled her nose a fraction, turning her dark gaze to examine his profile.
The face which has become familiar to her over the last few weeks was pale and drawn, the usually sturdy line of his jaw pulled tight with some unspoken tension. A few dark strands were stuck to Theo's hairline with what she assumed was a cold sweat. She almost offered up a sharp suggestion that he take a break, but stopped herself. She'd probably be doing just the same.
"What are you looking for?" she asked instead, pulling her eyes away and reaching out for an old, heavy tome with a maroon cover and dusty pages. The pages were tissue-paper thin as she flicked the first few open.