[ He doesn't need to be convinced. He nearly drops both capsules in fumbling to bring them to his mouth. Along with the rest of the liquid in the glass, they're swallowed, too.

While he'd like to think his pain tolerance is quite high, and that theory has certainly been tested before, it's barely been five minutes and he's sure he's not going to be able to take this like a man. He can't even joke about it; he can try to do that last thing, but it's not going to sound anywhere near convincing, what with his breath faltering like he's giving freaking birth. ]

I... I was actually planning on inviting you over today, one of those surprises that I know you hate...

[ He sags to the side a bit, looking ready to give up on being a person and morph into a slug. As he does, he drapes an arm over her knelt knees without warning. Part of his brain no longer thinks it needs permission to just go right ahead and face his palm upward in her lap, asking for it to be held. ]

Last time a bunch of shit went down, we had spaghetti, so I just thought... you know, could be a tradition...