[The pout just receives a glare and Romano crosses his arms over his chest. He's not going to admit that he does feel a little bad for refusing. Just a little]
I am taking care of you. Who made you the soup in the first place? [He huffs and sits down at the foot of the bed, careful not to jostle the tray and spill food everywhere] You're sick, not helpless.
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I am taking care of you. Who made you the soup in the first place? [He huffs and sits down at the foot of the bed, careful not to jostle the tray and spill food everywhere] You're sick, not helpless.