[ obviously, it takes him all of three minutes to go downstairs, retrieve a drink from the fridge, and come back up; even so, the entire time, he feels like he's taking too long. Perhaps he should have called Fugo so that one of them could stand by and keep an eye on her. If Trish came to and then blacked out again because he decided to leave and fetch her water, he'd be pissed at himself. (Trish would undoubtedly hate to be so monitored by the two of them in her just-woken-up rumpled state and in the privacy of her room, no doubt, but Bucciarati considers this only for a moment before tossing it aside. Her health is more important!)
Luckily, though, when he pushes the door open again, Trish is still lucid, even if she is sitting on the floor for some reason. This situation puzzles him briefly, which shows on his expression, but he disregards it after a second, kneeling down to hand her the water. ]
Probably.
[ it is, indeed, the fancy brand of mineral water she likes, and it even has a note on it in Fugo's handwriting telling other people not to drink it. He stays where he's squatting after handing it to her, watching her as if the cause of her sudden sleep might now have become obvious. (It's not.) ]
he's basically a fussy teen himself it's fine
Luckily, though, when he pushes the door open again, Trish is still lucid, even if she is sitting on the floor for some reason. This situation puzzles him briefly, which shows on his expression, but he disregards it after a second, kneeling down to hand her the water. ]
Probably.
[ it is, indeed, the fancy brand of mineral water she likes, and it even has a note on it in Fugo's handwriting telling other people not to drink it. He stays where he's squatting after handing it to her, watching her as if the cause of her sudden sleep might now have become obvious. (It's not.) ]