That absolutely gets his attention, which turns immediately and suspiciously to the door. "Was this not an accident?" he asks, frowning. "I can go find whoever or whatever did it." He's not at all happy with the idea of something that would hospitalize Quentin and might still come back for him being out there somewhere.
"Pork and lamb kebabs, I think. A few other things on skewers, some little dumplings. Easy to feed you. I should have asked for grapes, too," he muses.
Fives looks back from the door to Quentin, and then to Jedao who's taking this very much in stride. He's still concerned about the idea of someone possibly coming after Quentin, and given his request he thinks it's probably justified. Still-
"Oh, I didn't get those, but there are some bananas and-" He wrinkles his nose, trying to remember. "I forgot the name, but a sweet red berry of some kind."
"Oh, um, sure." He's still surprised at Quentin's easy acceptance of his presence, and so he refrains from leaning down to kiss the top of Jedao's head before going back to the table where he'd left the food.
He comes back with a bright little box and offers it to Quentin. Inside are at least two dozen small, bright red berries that look vaguely similar to cranberries, but smaller, and smell intensely sweet, and have definitely never grown on any version of Earth. "They're really juicy, they kind of pop in your mouth."
Fives watches as Jedao offers Quentin the berry, as his eyes slip shut even as he takes a bite, curled safe and content against Jedao's chest. Looking like he belongs there. It aches a little, still, and he thinks maybe it always will, but it's good, too.
"Do you need anything else, ori'vod?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper so as not to disturb Quentin if he's going to sleep more. "Medicine or... anything?" He feels awkward standing here, without something to actively do to help.
"Medicine we've got, look at him, he's blitzed," Jedao says fondly, offering Quentin another berry. It seems like maybe a good idea to work up to the heavier food. "If you brought one of his books over, you could feed him while I read? I think he might like having voices to listen to, even if he isn't really paying attention."
"Oh." It's a startled breath as his gaze flicks from Jedao to Quentin and back again. It's something he wouldn't even think twice about with an injured brother, but here and now, with this strange, kind mongrel who Jedao loves, it seems... intimate.
"If... if you're sure he won't mind?" He looks uncertainly at Quentin again, wondering if he's really in any condition to mind or not.
"He trusts you," Jedao says, with the confidence of someone stating the obvious and the ordinary. "Finds you comforting. And he likes being taken care of. I don't think he's got much of it, poor duck. Of course we can handle ourselves just fine if you want to go exploring a bit more. But I'd like it if you stayed for lunch, at least. Keep us company."
Fives smiles tentatively, unable to doubt Jedao at all when he says it with such offhand confidence. There's something undeniably warming to it, and it makes the idea of staying seem a little less awkward and intrusive... and neatly deals with the fact that he doesn't actually want to go. That the way Jedao says we with the exact same kind of comfort and confidence makes him ache a little in a way he's not interested in examining at the idea of leaving them here.
"I don't even know what he's got, but there's a stack over there that he bought yesterday, I think."
Jedao waves in the direction of, indeed, a low teetering pile of books, before offering Quentin a small chunk of fragrant meat from one of the skewers.
Fives looks carefully through the stack, offers a couple of suggestions to Jedao because he's still not really sure about fiction, and then brings over the one he picks. It doesn't take much rearranging for Fives to take over offering bits of food--on chopsticks, this time--to Quentin, so that Jedao can open the book and start to read in his warm, rich baritone. The quiet ease of it is enough to distract Fives from his discomfort and smooth away the lingering concern that he might be intruding as Quentin drifts peacefully in his drug haze to the sound of Jedao's voice.
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Looking up at them, finally, as the fog clears.
"What's that smell?"
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"Pork and lamb kebabs, I think. A few other things on skewers, some little dumplings. Easy to feed you. I should have asked for grapes, too," he muses.
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"Oh, I didn't get those, but there are some bananas and-" He wrinkles his nose, trying to remember. "I forgot the name, but a sweet red berry of some kind."
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"What berry? Can I see?"
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He comes back with a bright little box and offers it to Quentin. Inside are at least two dozen small, bright red berries that look vaguely similar to cranberries, but smaller, and smell intensely sweet, and have definitely never grown on any version of Earth. "They're really juicy, they kind of pop in your mouth."
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Jedao plucks one out of the box and offers it to Quentin's lips.
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He slips deeper back and down, going quiet and safe between them, letting them carry on over and around him.
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"Do you need anything else, ori'vod?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper so as not to disturb Quentin if he's going to sleep more. "Medicine or... anything?" He feels awkward standing here, without something to actively do to help.
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"If... if you're sure he won't mind?" He looks uncertainly at Quentin again, wondering if he's really in any condition to mind or not.
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"What book would you like me to fetch, then?"
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Jedao waves in the direction of, indeed, a low teetering pile of books, before offering Quentin a small chunk of fragrant meat from one of the skewers.
"Pick anything that looks interesting, I guess?"
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