"I'm always supposed to think. So you can afford occasionally to-" not think "-focus on other things. To do."
Pepper almost snorted at herself. Yes, she should have expected him not answering, but she just bloody cared, and seeing him unwell and not being able to do anything about it... ... was like him refusing to be examined by doctors after Dubai and insisting to stick to paramedics. Impossible man.
Instead of snorting, she just sighed. "Don't you dare pretend you're like this to make me do what will follow again. Right?" Correct?, a small voice in her mind prompted quietly, but she didn't pay attention.
"Once upon a time, back when I had to be babysitted," she waited a beat for his reaction, but yes, parents were still wary of leaving children on their very own back when she was a kid too, "one of the ladies who came was Indian. You know, with the dot and everything." She lifted her free hand to point between her eyebrows. "And when I couldn't fall asleep, she'd sing to me. Her English wasn't that good, you know; besides, it worked better than stories." She still remembered the melody that babysitter had used. She couldn't recall her name anymore, but she remembered talking how she was her Ayah for the evening, and the song. She didn't know how good the singing would be, but... "How does that sound to you as means to convince you?"
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Date: 2008-07-07 09:23 am (UTC)Pepper almost snorted at herself. Yes, she should have expected him not answering, but she just bloody cared, and seeing him unwell and not being able to do anything about it...
... was like him refusing to be examined by doctors after Dubai and insisting to stick to paramedics.
Impossible man.
Instead of snorting, she just sighed. "Don't you dare pretend you're like this to make me do what will follow again. Right?" Correct?, a small voice in her mind prompted quietly, but she didn't pay attention.
"Once upon a time, back when I had to be babysitted," she waited a beat for his reaction, but yes, parents were still wary of leaving children on their very own back when she was a kid too, "one of the ladies who came was Indian. You know, with the dot and everything." She lifted her free hand to point between her eyebrows. "And when I couldn't fall asleep, she'd sing to me. Her English wasn't that good, you know; besides, it worked better than stories." She still remembered the melody that babysitter had used. She couldn't recall her name anymore, but she remembered talking how she was her Ayah for the evening, and the song. She didn't know how good the singing would be, but... "How does that sound to you as means to convince you?"