Somehow Nic managed not to spill the coffee or tarts as Laurel tackled him.

Laurel seemed content to hug him tightly, "Can I have a sip?" she asked.

Nic put the tarts down before handing her the coffee. It was pretty strong.

Laurel made a face as she took a long swig, "You're that tired?" she asked before taking another sip. "I usually add more cream, doyoulikeitbetterlikethis?" she asked, already getting a bit wired.

Nic gently took the coffee back from her.

Laurel pouted a little before grabbing another tart. Then she looked at Nic, still waiting for her answer.

"... I make it like this," Nic replied simply, taking another tart before Laurel ate the rest of his breakfast.

"Should I make it that way from now on?" Laurel asked as the buzz wore off a little.

"... Make it how you want to," Nic suggested.

"But I make it for you," she replied with a sigh, "At least have an opinion about your own coffee."

Nic looked confused. "That is my opinion," he tried to explain.

"Your opinion on how you want your coffee is that I should make it how I like?" Laurel asked, confused.

"Yes," Nic replied, not understanding her confusion in the matter.

"But I want to make it how you like it," Laurel tried to explain.

"... Don't make it too sweet," he replied.

Laurel nodded, "Okay," she replied beige snuggling back beside him, "I wasn't kidding about not being able to walk," she added.

"A hot bath would might help," Nic suggested.

Laurel decided not to mention the fact that she'd have to walk to the bath. She just sighed a little.

Nic took that as Laurel not wanting a bath. So he waited for her to figure out what she wanted to do.

Laurel sighed a little, "I guess... I'll be staying in bed all day then," she muttered, not very happy.

Nic didn't look like he planned on staying in bed all day, but he'd let Laurel stay in bed all day if she wanted to.

Laurel didn't look like she wanted to. At all. In fact, she was glaring a little at Nic now. It was his fault after all.

Nic didn't seem to take it too personally. It didn't look like guilt tripping him would help.

"Really?" she demanded after a moment, her anger growing.

"Huh?" Nic asked, a little clueless.

"Most guys would offer to carry the girl they just make lame," she spat, "Most gentlemen anyway"

"... Do you want me to carry you?" he tried to clarify.

"Do you want to carry me? Perhaps help me to the bath?" she replied tartly.

Nic blinked. "... I'll carry you if you want me to," he said, still wondering why she was mad.

"You don't care if I lay in bed all day by myself do you? Rotten log!" she accused, "Why do I have to demand everything from you, why can't you just want to help?"

Nic took awhile to think over what Laurel said. "... I don't know what you want unless you ask," he explained. "... If you don't want to lay in bed, then where do you want me to carry you?"

"But you can still offer even if I don't ask. I don't want to ask everything all the time," she huffed before turning away a little, "I'll try the bath," she decided.

Nic took a few moments to think things through before asking, "... Now or later?"

"When you le-..." she stopped, when he left, how would she get back out? She sniffed.

Nic frowned a little, not sure what Laurel was upset about now. "... I'll be back in a few minutes then," he said as he turned to leave.

Laurel didn't move, letting him leave.

Like he promised, he returned a few minutes later. "... Ready?" he asked.

Laurel had curled up into a ball. She sniffed again as she turned and looked at Nic, her eyes were a little misty, "Will this happen... every time?" she muttered. She hated feeling helpless.

"... Huh?" Nic asked, wondering if she'd be this emotional every time. Hopefully it was just the coffee.

And with that something snapped inside of Laurel. She grabbed a pillow, chucking it at him, "HUH?!" she shouted, "I feel like you physically beat me up, I'm hurting and vulnerable as terra right now and yet I still have to demand the simplest things from you! I don't like demanding things from anyone, I don't like being helpless! I thought you knew that about be already!" she spat, throwing a second pillow, "So I'm so sorry if you think I'm being unreasonable or if you think I'm too emotional! I'm so sorry but I just gave away a huge part of myself and you could never understand how that feels!" and with that she burst into tears.