It's still your trailer. [ Is Lambert's complacent, utterly unconcerned response. You're going to have to try harder than that, Strange. Besides, compared to monster ichor and gods know what else exist in the entrails of the beasts he's killed in the past, vomit mostly composed of bile and alcohol is honestly the least offensive thing he could be covered in.
Still, all right, he guesses the nice thing to do would be to keep Strange from being incapacitated all day tomorrow. That sad, pathetic look is going to be enough to get him to roll his eyes and prop Strange back up against the wall, checking to make sure he won't be in immediate danger of sliding down. ]
Try not to fall over. [ With that caring advice dispensed, he's off to retrieve water for the magician, the faucet running merrily as Lambert gulps the last of one mug's contents (hey, waste not, want not) to rinse it out and refill it with water. Strange will find it shortly shoved under his nose, though Lambert's own flagging coordination means he'll get a bit splashed on his front, oops. ]
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Still, all right, he guesses the nice thing to do would be to keep Strange from being incapacitated all day tomorrow. That sad, pathetic look is going to be enough to get him to roll his eyes and prop Strange back up against the wall, checking to make sure he won't be in immediate danger of sliding down. ]
Try not to fall over. [ With that caring advice dispensed, he's off to retrieve water for the magician, the faucet running merrily as Lambert gulps the last of one mug's contents (hey, waste not, want not) to rinse it out and refill it with water. Strange will find it shortly shoved under his nose, though Lambert's own flagging coordination means he'll get a bit splashed on his front, oops. ]