Count your blessings.
"Gonna do clothes t'day, love?" Morgan asked, mostly in jest. He was dressing himself and eyeballing Lorna while she eyeballed his television. She wasn't really watching, he knew. Just staring. That was okay, for now. At least she was eating. And her eyes were starting to de-puff. A bit. He leaned forward as he fixed his collar and kissed her on the nose, blocking her view for a few seconds.
"I told Forge I'd help a bit over at the school since Zap's... busy. Do you wanna come with me?" He was trying, God help him. "I'm sure there're people who'd be glad ta see ya." His hand touched to her chin and he coaxed her to look him in the eye. He sang Spiderbait at her: "Sunshine... on my window, makes me happy, like I should be..." The Irishman stood erect and held out his hand, knowing it was probably for naught.