[Why is he still asking him questions! And trying to get him to talk! Why can't he just die in peace...
He takes a deep breath to steady himself, then looks over at the assortment.]
... not really, no.
[He has a little too much nervous energy bubbling inside of him to have an appetite.]
... I'll try to eat it anyway.
[It's all fairly harmless as far as calories go. And... he hardly wants to turn Jamil away, after he put in... all this effort... Which he's still trying to wrap his head around.]
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He takes a deep breath to steady himself, then looks over at the assortment.]
... not really, no.
[He has a little too much nervous energy bubbling inside of him to have an appetite.]
... I'll try to eat it anyway.
[It's all fairly harmless as far as calories go. And... he hardly wants to turn Jamil away, after he put in... all this effort... Which he's still trying to wrap his head around.]
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Don't force it. As I said, it's better by the third day, as well. Food is most enjoyed when there's an appetite.
[Jamil vaguely gestures to the side. There's the hint of a smirk on his lips.]
On that note, I should probably let you rest.
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Alright.
[...
A little quieter now:]
...thank you.
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You're welcome. Rest well, Azul.
[With that, he'll leave him to it, making sure to close the door behind him.]