[Klayko]

To think this is what it would come to. Here it was late in the day and Aryin was stressing of nausea and other woes that came along with being pregnant. Did Larry want to scream aloud that he did not care in the slightest? He probably did, sure, but he was not exactly in a subtler and mellow mood presently.


“You may just need to push some fluids for now,” he stated. “Doctor’s orders with the medicine. I’ll fix something soothing for your stomach.”

His tone was that of weariness and perhaps agitation, but far rue the day he ever had any of his own. Aryin was doing his fair share of that all on his own, thank you very much. As Larry eased away from the couch, a topic was brought forth about how lonely the daytime among the apartment had gotten.

”Go back to your job, maybe” he mentally inquired. ”An overglorified pencil pusher is still earning an honest living.”

“A dog you say,” he finally said aloud while working on some concoction in the blender he picked up from working at the café, which he no longer needed to at this point. “What kind of breed were you looking into?”

He returned from the kitchen with a glass full of a green substance. He eased down on the couch, never once noticing just how difficult that felt to just ease down naturally.

“This should treat your stomach nice. Nothing too heavy that will make you throw it out fast.”