Bill makes a grumbly non-verbal sound and starts heading up to hang out in a corner of the ceiling. No pillow, only become corner spider.
Oh, an orange.
Bill squints tiredly at the orange, takes it with one long delicate spaghetti. He's been dragging his usual little communicator-bag along the ground behind him, and he reaches inside of it to retrieve a little movie-theater-sized bag of peanut M&Ms. Puts in Hange's hand in place of the orange. Okay. Deal.
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Oh, an orange.
Bill squints tiredly at the orange, takes it with one long delicate spaghetti. He's been dragging his usual little communicator-bag along the ground behind him, and he reaches inside of it to retrieve a little movie-theater-sized bag of peanut M&Ms. Puts in Hange's hand in place of the orange. Okay. Deal.
"HE'S PROBABLY DEAD."