It was, and he will. And before you say it, yes, he's a _total_ idiot.

*She heads back to the kitchen, meaning to retrieve the water and the aspirin, but instead she takes a moment to sit down.* I thought he was going to kill him. When he started convulsing, I thought he _had_.

*She sighs.* Wait until you see him. Looks like a truck hit him. And unless he wants to get weird looks at work, I'd suggest that's the excuse you two stick to.