Jude got up and rounded the bed to Winston's side. "Here, give me your hands, love. I'll help you up. We'll take it slow. As soon as you're feeling a bit better, we need to get you something to drink and eat. You haven't had anything since early on the flight, you're going to be inevitably shaky from that too. If you tell me whatever it is you usually start with after you've had a migraine, I'll make you anything you want." He rubbed Winston's back, enjoying the view of him still trying to wombat in the bed because he didn't really want to get up at all. Unfortunately, the call of nature usually was the most demanding and wouldn't wait too long. "Reecy told me that, you know. She said that if you had even the smallest gut feeling or doubts, you would've been honest about it and bowed out at the first date. We talked a lot last night, about a lot of things. It felt really cathartic. I think you're right though. What I've been worrying about is the relationship precedents, things that should be kept in the past because that's not who I am anymore. I still treasure the good times for what they were but I had to learn a lot to be who I am now. Which I'm pretty proud of. I could never really say that before. Was always so proud of everyone I loved but didn't know what it meant to be proud of myself."