<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Old Man and the Fox</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/f9p8l32.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>September 29th, 2018, Early Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Albion's Flat<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Dress Shirt and Slacks -> T-Shirt and Boxers<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He knew Nerissa had been feeling unwell, and even after sending out the call to get a quick check of what her state was like and what he could expect to happen... he didn't expect her to spend nearly an entire day sleeping. From one day to the next, time slowly flowed while he remained in the chair, getting up to do things like change out her water, make sure she was comfortable, made sure he ate, and was ready to call if her situation changed any. He was rarely gone longer than five minutes from the room at any time, except when he went to shower.<br/><br/>By the next day, he'd changed out of the clothes of the previous day, leaving them either strewn at the edge of the bed or scattered on the floor, while he slept with a large blanket draped upon his chair. Only his arm remained stretched out, resting upon Nerissa's sleeping form, as if to assure her she would be fine, all of it would be fine. He'd been sleeping well into the afternoon when he felt the brush against his knee, eyes slowly opening until he could spy the resting form of the girl on the bed. She asked if he wanted to come into the bed, to which he shook his head.<br/><br/>"Welcome back to consciousness, Sleeping Beauty... How do you feel?" He asked, slowly withdrawing his hand from where it rest atop her, before he sat up in his chair to stretch. There was going to be a little discomfort there but nothing he couldn't shake off with a little exercise. Besides, it was a recliner, so it was still more comfortable than most chairs he could sit in. For now, he could just breath a quiet sigh of relief that she didn't suffer any complications through the night.<br/><br/>"If you're feeling right enough to eat, give me a little bit to shake the exhaustion off to make something for us... Fair warning though, I'm no five star chef. Or even a four star one."