Dory knew her well enough to know she spoke true about the potions; he recognized the writing and color of the bottles easily enough that even if he doubted her he would be convinced by those. Still, he made no move to drink the potion down. Not because he didn't want her to leave, but because when he did he'd have to. He'd have to leave and go home to the empty house that was never meant to be empty. It was the same reason he had been forcing himself out constantly, why he was smiling through the pain at the ditzy faced debutantes.
He was tired of feeling alone.
"Map - Mabel." Dory corrected, looking from her back to the potions again, too embarrassed at the slip of familiarity to maintain her gaze. "I will take them when I sit up, alright?" He tried to negotiate, as he couldn't take the nausea one lying down or it would come back up almost instantly. And, try as he might, he wasn't ready to sit up and face her and all the rest yet. "It'll only be a few more minutes until I'm able to. You don't have to wait — shouldn't wait, if your day has been as long as you've made it seem."
He was tired of feeling alone.
"Map - Mabel." Dory corrected, looking from her back to the potions again, too embarrassed at the slip of familiarity to maintain her gaze. "I will take them when I sit up, alright?" He tried to negotiate, as he couldn't take the nausea one lying down or it would come back up almost instantly. And, try as he might, he wasn't ready to sit up and face her and all the rest yet. "It'll only be a few more minutes until I'm able to. You don't have to wait — shouldn't wait, if your day has been as long as you've made it seem."
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beautiful set by lady