The smallest things | Wavier drabbles

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"You possess this peculiar trait of encouraging those around you to prioritize self-care, while paradoxically neglecting your own well-being by subjecting yourself to a mere three hours of sleep, a caffeine intake fit to immobilize a horse, and subsisting on a solitary Mars Bar for sustenance."

Had Wednesday been keeping tabs on his dietary habits? It was mildly disturbing, considering the fact that he's pretty sure that the Mars Bar happened two nights ago- in his dorm room, while he was alone- but he decided not to dwell on that for the time being. It was sweet, in a messed up, stalker-ish sort of way.

She thrust the brown paper bag towards him, containing a sandwich wrapped in wax paper, along with a red apple nestled beside it.

"Now eat. I won't hesitate to employ a feeding tube if necessary."