[Gambit, to his credit, has been trying not to fall asleep on his couch. He knows he's a deep sleeper and doubts he'd be able to get moving otherwise. So he's halfway nodded off on the couch when she knocks, jumping to attention at the noise, and standing stiffly to go and answer.
His eyes go from her face to the food and back to her face. He's not sure if he wants to wince or smile.]
Doc, you know you didn't hafta bring so much, right?
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His eyes go from her face to the food and back to her face. He's not sure if he wants to wince or smile.]
Doc, you know you didn't hafta bring so much, right?