While Ethan gave Finn his check-up, Finn’s eyes lingered on the cup in his free hand. “I thought you had lunch later…”
“This is for you, goofy.”
Ethan removed his hand and pulled a chair up to sit beside him. “Here. Pull out your hands a second.” He placed the soup cup in Finn’s hands, pulling off the lid. “It’s not home-made chicken soup, but it should help.”
“But…isn’t this your…?”
“I can eat later. Trust me.” A grin flickered on his face. “It’s like all they ever do is feed you sometimes.”
Finn chuckled and turned down to his soup. It was a vegetable broth, from the look of it. If Finn’s nose worked, no doubt it would smell delicious. “Thank you,” he finally said. Taking his spoon, he started to sip at it. The hot liquid melted his itchy throat and he sighed in relief.
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