*smirks (you're so transparent)* *sighs* Oh, Doc. Leather and heels? Could you be any more clichéd? I'd rather die.
*goes back to people-watching, closing his eyes at intervals to keep the vague queasiness at bay* *has been making an effort to eat more over the past couple of days, and through sheer force of will hasn't been sick once* *has also shaved himself down to a single pill at night (read somewhere that quitting cold turkey is a bad idea?)* *isn't feeling so great, as a result, but it seems a small price to see you happy*
*leans into you and rests his head on your shoulder* How long do we have to stay, d'you think? I know Duilien wanted to see this girl, in particular...