PHOEBE
"I guess." she said with a sigh. "I've been a caregiver my whole life though. Doubt it'll change anytime soon. I'll get everything sorted...eventually." she said with a shrug. "It's refreshing just to have someone hear to be honest." she admitted quietly. But at his implication she couldn't help but laugh a bit. "I'm a prude remember?" she said with a smirk. "But I'll keep the offer in mind, how about that?" she said. It wasn't a bad offer really. He was a handsome fellow, and given his demeanor and choice of hobbies she was pretty certain she could keep her heart out of it. Maybe. First time for everything, right?
Lordly the eleventh? She laughed lightly and shook her head. "Sure you are. Hmmm..." squinting her eyes at him. "You look like a...Brady. I'll just call you that then since you don't want to tell me whatever your real name is." she said with a little nod.
And then the little shit damn near dumped the whole vial in his mouth it looked like.
"For Frey's sake you little rascal I told you not to..." Then her brain pieced together his broken words and she huffed. "Ooohhhh I've half a mind to slap you not kiss you!" she said, wrinkling her nose in displeasure. But really. She didn't want to deal with a man overdosing so she leaned up to kiss him, knowing time was of the essence here.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
