[At least despite the fact that he still looks limp, like a marionette with its strings cut, there's something nonetheless intentional-looking about the way that he's sitting against the wall. He didn't fall, he just chose to sit there instead of staying in bed.
He lifts his head from where it's leaning against the wall, and when he sees who it is he tries to arrange himself in a slightly more dignified way, reaching out from underneath the blanket around his shoulders to take the offered cup of tea.]
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He lifts his head from where it's leaning against the wall, and when he sees who it is he tries to arrange himself in a slightly more dignified way, reaching out from underneath the blanket around his shoulders to take the offered cup of tea.]
...Thank you, Antonio.