"Let's consider the water a dry run," Adrien answered, smiling before he knew it.
A not-so-dry run, Chat might have said, If this goes badly.
It was hard to say whether he was still hiding his identity, or he didn't actually remember. His quick wit had been slowed by his hurts, but some things were reflex.
Initially he missed his mouth with the straw, but he at least got it in the vicinity of his lower face. After a moment he managed to catch it with his lips, staring down at his bedspread. He was too thirsty to be flustered.
"Remind me to never get shot again," he murmured, when he finally took a breath. It almost sounded like a joke, but it was a bit more gallows-humor than he normally went for.
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A not-so-dry run, Chat might have said, If this goes badly.
It was hard to say whether he was still hiding his identity, or he didn't actually remember. His quick wit had been slowed by his hurts, but some things were reflex.
Initially he missed his mouth with the straw, but he at least got it in the vicinity of his lower face. After a moment he managed to catch it with his lips, staring down at his bedspread. He was too thirsty to be flustered.
"Remind me to never get shot again," he murmured, when he finally took a breath. It almost sounded like a joke, but it was a bit more gallows-humor than he normally went for.