[ D’Artagnan nods, but doesn’t actually move. After a moment, he seems to realise what Jack is doing, and frowns. ]
You need…I’ll be back.
[ He disappears back out the door, and returns a few minutes later having raided the rec area again. He’d have preferred a whole lemon, but a tub of the slices that go in cocktails is enough, along with a dish of sugar that should’ve been used to rim glasses. He brings these to the kitchen. ]
Lemon and sugar. For the wine. They go in the pot.
[ This, he can focus on. Jack is right. This stuff helps him feel better, and it reminds him of home. It’ll help now. ]
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You need…I’ll be back.
[ He disappears back out the door, and returns a few minutes later having raided the rec area again. He’d have preferred a whole lemon, but a tub of the slices that go in cocktails is enough, along with a dish of sugar that should’ve been used to rim glasses. He brings these to the kitchen. ]
Lemon and sugar. For the wine. They go in the pot.
[ This, he can focus on. Jack is right. This stuff helps him feel better, and it reminds him of home. It’ll help now. ]