All traces of his prior amusement die away as he watches both of them with a worried look, sliding off the counter and likewise reaching for Jeremy, touching his shoulder. At Phil's gesture he's at a loss for knowing what he can do that won't just aggravate the situation, and wonders if it wouldn't be better to take their pets and go to his District Nine suite for the night, ensuring Jeremy'll have complete quiet here. Maybe pick up dinner after all so Phil isn't tied up doing that. As he's thinking he slides his hand back up to the nape of Jeremy's neck, then a little higher, fingers slipping through his hair and he lightly massages his scalp.
"I got you," he says when it occurs to him there is something he can do, however small it may be. "Hold up a minute."
He heads back to the bedroom area to collect some pillows and blankets, carrying them out to the main room. Tossing off the throw pillows from the couch (to their pets' confusion, and they scamper over to investigate), he arranges the bedding into a more comfortable nest of sorts. It'll be easier to keep an eye on Jeremy out here. Kneeling to quickly put the final touches on the makeshift bed, he stays there on the floor once he's finished and looks back to Phil and Jeremy.
"Come lie down," he says as he pats the pillows, and catches Foxy in mid-leap before he can appropriate the nest for himself. He boops the fox's nose with his own in 'reprimand'. "What else would help? You sure it's a good idea to be takin' meds from the doctors here? Stuff they keep tryin' to feed me just makes me sick." It's difficult, knowing he's all but useless in these kinds of situations: taking care of people outside of wilderness survival, where his skills as a hunter and tracker serve no purpose. This is more Phil's area of expertise.
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"I got you," he says when it occurs to him there is something he can do, however small it may be. "Hold up a minute."
He heads back to the bedroom area to collect some pillows and blankets, carrying them out to the main room. Tossing off the throw pillows from the couch (to their pets' confusion, and they scamper over to investigate), he arranges the bedding into a more comfortable nest of sorts. It'll be easier to keep an eye on Jeremy out here. Kneeling to quickly put the final touches on the makeshift bed, he stays there on the floor once he's finished and looks back to Phil and Jeremy.
"Come lie down," he says as he pats the pillows, and catches Foxy in mid-leap before he can appropriate the nest for himself. He boops the fox's nose with his own in 'reprimand'. "What else would help? You sure it's a good idea to be takin' meds from the doctors here? Stuff they keep tryin' to feed me just makes me sick." It's difficult, knowing he's all but useless in these kinds of situations: taking care of people outside of wilderness survival, where his skills as a hunter and tracker serve no purpose. This is more Phil's area of expertise.