She giggled a bit. Any other day, she would’ve been fine to go along with his white lies if it didn’t hurt anyone. But seeing as he was the one in pain, she couldn’t really let herself ignore that.

“That might be for the best.”

She took out her old Mickey Mouse watch, Oddly enough, it still worked, even after that reboot.

“I’ve got some time to kill before I head to work myself. So… if you’d like, I could stick around, help out with anything you might need to help you feel better,” she offered, keeping her voice quiet so as not to make his headache worse.

The inkblot couldn’t help but nod slightly as Shinko encouraged him to at least rest, despite his protests.

He pulled a plastic lawn chair in from the left. It was green, it had no holes or fancy designs, and the seat was bowl-shaped. The Repairman was relieved to be sitting down in a chair he had no chance of seeping through.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” he replied, still trying to reassure her, “but it would be nice to catch up a bit…”