he who hesitates is toast

Sharon pauses the video and sets the phone aside, well within reach, then pushes herself up on annoyingly weak-feeling arms to prop herself against the headboard. Alpine complains as he tumbles from his spot on her chest, but curls up again almost immediately in a puddle of blanket at her hip.

"Thank you, baby," she says, reaching for the plate and cup. Her voice is still a little murky; she clears her throat a few times before taking a determined bite of the toast.

She's not hungry at all, but she knows better than to not eat when he's watching her like a hawk. "You know, this Shang-Chi guy? Did you watch that fight on the bus? He's got some pretty good moves."