He's silent. He looks like a sad puppy, in all honesty. He's sulking alone now.

"Carrie, just... Leave 'im alone. It's... It's alright."

Still sulking. He's not gonna be much help.

Crawls into 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐩 I 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 |SH's lap like a dejected puppy and settles there.

"Songbird..." He's looking at Chip with disapproval.

"You know exactly what." Don't make him pout and cry. He /will.

Proud gasp. His songbird's standing up for himself! Don't mind him, he's just happily flapping his hands.

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There's very urgent knocks at 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐩 I 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 |SH's door.

Yawn. Ouch. His whole left side still hurt.

Ow. Ow. Ow. Walking hurts.

Wraps his arms around 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐩 I 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 |SH from behind.

Breathe, he needed to breathe, he had to calm down...

Frantically searching "where to get flowers"

Yawn. He's tired. But there's work to be done.

"Sugar, what happened to you?" 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐩 I 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 |SH

Flops down face first beside 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐩 I 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 |SH silently.

"...I don't like callin' him Charles. It's not right."

Concerned hovering around his songbird. He worries about even the slightest drop in his mood, but he dismisses Chip's concern when he's risking his life. Yes, he's a bit hypocritical.