Her eyes took him in, grimacing slightly when she saw his foot and wanting to be pissed that he was on it, but him being on it was her fault in the first place right now. Gesturing for him to get back inside, she slipped in and closed the door, wanting to scoop him up and carry him back to bed, but not sure where else he was hurt and not wanting to do any damage. "Am I okay? God, Phil. Get back in bed."
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Date: 2012-05-18 02:56 am (UTC)