Tristan offered an alternative idea and that made Chéri smile “You are right! Although I can imagine there won’t be much to do till morning, right?” Apparently the lifting was not in question, at least from Chéri perspective.

Chéri looked somewhere else. Honestly embarrassed, he gulped and said “I can’t write either.” His small omission immediately made apparent. He picked the drink. It wasn’t going to fill his stomach very much, but it was better than nothing and he could drink his embarrassment away. Chéri sighed.

But right then, he noticed another man was looking at them. Hoping he could have heard his plea, ignoring -purposefully or not- the potential change in expression happening on the doctor’s face and offered another of his charming smiles to Zechariah. Any plan that other strager might have for him was probably better than he currently had.