Eliot's hand came out to snag the side of Dean's shirt. "Y'can watch..." He coughed at how dry his throat felt and took a drink from the bottle that Dean gave him before. Feeling better, he tried again. "You can watch tv from here," he murmured, sounding tired despite his earlier protests.
"Leave my back." Shifting, he grimaced slightly when he shifted but he still kept off it for now. "If it's healin', let it air dry." He closed his eyes for a bit then opened them up again. "I feel better."
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Date: 2013-04-23 03:23 am (UTC)"Leave my back." Shifting, he grimaced slightly when he shifted but he still kept off it for now. "If it's healin', let it air dry." He closed his eyes for a bit then opened them up again. "I feel better."