Piotr (metaphorically) steeled himself before entering the room. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew it wasn't going to be good. Slowly slipping into the room, he sat down gently on the edge of her bed attempting not to jostle her too much.
He turned to press his back against the headboard, one leg bending in front of him for support while he other draped over the side. The chocolates found a home on the bed directly next to her head so they would be in front of her face when she turned over.
"Would you like talk now or make fort out of pillows, blanket and towels then talk?"
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Date: 2017-06-16 05:03 pm (UTC)He turned to press his back against the headboard, one leg bending in front of him for support while he other draped over the side. The chocolates found a home on the bed directly next to her head so they would be in front of her face when she turned over.
"Would you like talk now or make fort out of pillows, blanket and towels then talk?"