[ he doesn't realize just how exhausted he is until he's expected to uphold one half of a conversation, his eyes fluttering open as he's pulled back from the edges of a highly unsatisfying rest. is this the next person that's being thrown at him as a cure? it takes a minute for his bleary gaze to focus, finding a slim, pretty girl standing by his bedside looking more like an apparition than a nurse. ]

Embry. Mr. Moore sounds like I'm at work, and I hate work.

[ a high sex drive or wanting it often. well, that explains a lot of it, since embry is known for his rank promiscuity, although some of that has changed since meeting ash all those years ago. his sex drive hasn't lessened, per se, he's just wanted it only from one man. being stupidly in love apparently made him stupidly devoted, too. a lot of good that did. ]

Yeah. The flowers are getting bigger. [ he gestures to the pile, which consist of stalks of bloodstained tulips, not just the flower but the stems as well, drawn out from his throat each time he starts to choke. it hurts just to speak. ] And yeah, that's still accurate. No preferences. Technically, I have every preference.

[ he manages one of his charming smiles, his dark hair curling over his forehead. ]

What about you?