Jeremy just shook his head, trying to emphasise to her that it was really okay. Apparently someone had already alerted staff to the fact there was a clean-up needed on aisle 10, because two dudes in uniforms showed up, one with a bucket and a mop probably wondering how the hell he had managed to draw the short straw of the day. Thankfully, no one made a fuss and other customers chose to avoid the aisle and the mess rather than running in for a good gawk at everything going on. There was nothing worse and more embarrassing than getting sick in public, especially when you were feeling awful to top it all off. He started to lead Quinn up the aisle, giving the workers a grateful and apologetic smile as he said sorry to them. Just as they got to the end of the aisle, he grabbed a three-pack of mens white tank tops and then grabbed a bottle of water from the display near the express checkout near the door. He paused just long enough to take his wallet out and threw a fifty dollar note onto the conveyor belt for the checkout chick. "Just the shirts and water, keep the change." He had left the rest of his shopping in the cart in the aisle. He could come back and get that another time, it didn't matter.
The got outside, and he help Quinn sit down on the closest bench outside the front of the shop. Luckily it was set in a little courtyard rest area and a strip of grass right nearby in case she was sick again. "It's okay, just sit and rest for a bit, okay? I'm here. I'm not going to leave you on your own." He cracked the water open and handed her the bottle. "How are you feeling now?" he asked in concern, and then while he was standing there in front of her, just just stripped his soiled shirt off and balled it up so he could take it home to wash. He was still watching her carefully when he peeled the pack of tank tops open and discarded all the cheap tags so he could pull it on in place of his shirt. It was Miami, it wasn't like he would freeze or anything. Once he was re-dressed, though, he crouched down beside her to make sure she was doing okay. "Don't be embarrassed, okay? Tall order, I know, but you couldn't help it. I'm not going to hold it against you."
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The got outside, and he help Quinn sit down on the closest bench outside the front of the shop. Luckily it was set in a little courtyard rest area and a strip of grass right nearby in case she was sick again. "It's okay, just sit and rest for a bit, okay? I'm here. I'm not going to leave you on your own." He cracked the water open and handed her the bottle. "How are you feeling now?" he asked in concern, and then while he was standing there in front of her, just just stripped his soiled shirt off and balled it up so he could take it home to wash. He was still watching her carefully when he peeled the pack of tank tops open and discarded all the cheap tags so he could pull it on in place of his shirt. It was Miami, it wasn't like he would freeze or anything. Once he was re-dressed, though, he crouched down beside her to make sure she was doing okay. "Don't be embarrassed, okay? Tall order, I know, but you couldn't help it. I'm not going to hold it against you."