[ If by hold you mean drink heartily, he holds it a lot. Doesn't bother taking his mouth off to up-nod at the projection on the wall past the foot of the bed. They're not talking about a dragon yet, not that he's seen, but it's definitely the news playing out. Shaky-cam shots of displaced members chopping and glowing and whatever else.
He'll be a little disappointed about missing it, too.
Takes his fork. Shovels in a bite — confirmation, it tastes better than it looks. He's not about to start complaining. ]
If I knew all it took to get you to bring me breakfast in bed was a monster apocalypse...
[ He ventures, just to be distracted by a pretty familiar projected figure. ]
Huh.
[ He muses over what seems like an accidental camera angle that catches Steve himself in the corner of it. ]
You're famous again, congratulations.
[ He's definitely not, he was on screen all of four seconds and they were talking about someone else entirely, but. Still. ]
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He'll be a little disappointed about missing it, too.
Takes his fork. Shovels in a bite — confirmation, it tastes better than it looks. He's not about to start complaining. ]
If I knew all it took to get you to bring me breakfast in bed was a monster apocalypse...
[ He ventures, just to be distracted by a pretty familiar projected figure. ]
Huh.
[ He muses over what seems like an accidental camera angle that catches Steve himself in the corner of it. ]
You're famous again, congratulations.
[ He's definitely not, he was on screen all of four seconds and they were talking about someone else entirely, but. Still. ]