Don Juan watched Griffith fumble with the shirt button. His fingers were useless. Don Juan found this exceptionally funny. It was the contrast, probably. Griffith had just been playing the medic with his foot. He had brewed this wonderful thing that had set Don Juan on a cloud for the evening. He'd measured out the antidote when Don Juan was dying and administered it. It was hilarious to see him foiled by a button. Don Juan tried to hold back his mirth while Griffith stood up, in case the other man would be offended by laughter, but then the tub started to run over and he found that monstrously funny, too, so he really stood no chance. He tipped forward slightly as he laughed, and his hand slipped off the wet edge of the tub. He pitched forward into the water, submerging his arm up to his shoulder and soaking half his shirt. He reeled back from the bath, splashing water everywhere in his wake and still laughing.
"Let me get it," he volunteered, as though he were any more capable than Griffith at the moment. He swayed forward, well into Griffith's personal space, and put both hands on the button. The world was swaying, too. He paused and bit his lower lip, trying to concentrate enough to bring his fingers into focus in his vision, and still fighting back giggles.
"Let me get it," he volunteered, as though he were any more capable than Griffith at the moment. He swayed forward, well into Griffith's personal space, and put both hands on the button. The world was swaying, too. He paused and bit his lower lip, trying to concentrate enough to bring his fingers into focus in his vision, and still fighting back giggles.
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