The doctors had warned Thrawn that Captain Pellaeon would be very "out of it" coming out of surgery. Now that Pellaeon had woken up, he felt that the warning may have been an understatement.
He was currently being studied by the captain with an expression that almost looked like suspicion. Thrawn did not know what the man could have been thinking in his drugged state, so he simply stared back at him until Pellaeon eventually opened his mouth to speak.
"Who are you?"
The question came out slurred and Thrawn sighed but offered a small smile regardless. He just hoped that the memory loss was related to the painkillers. "I am Grand Admiral Thrawn, Pellaeon. You're in the Chimaera's medbay, post-op." A look of concern spread over Pellaeon's features and Thrawn spoke again to offer more context. "Your appendix ruptured and had to be removed. I have been assured that you'll make a full recovery."
That seemed to placate Pellaeon somewhat; he nodded and relaxed back against the cot. His eyes still stayed on Thrawn though, skimming over his seated form before travelling back up to his face. Well, if he wanted to look then he might as well get it out of his system. Thrawn shifted into a more comfortable sitting position and propped an arm up on the back of the chair so he could rest his head in his hand.
Silence stretched on for a few minutes as Thrawn tried to mentally calculate how much longer Pellaeon would be drugged. The feeling of being watched never went away as he thought, but he did his best to ignore it.
"So," he heard Pellaeon mumble and he glanced back over towards him. "You doin' anything later?"
Thrawn arched an eyebrow and shrugged. "Only paperwork. Why?"
"Well, I was hopin' that maybe you and I could do somethin' later."
That made Thrawn blink in surprise. He wondered if he should explain that they spent almost every waking moment with each other and even slept in the same bed every night, but decided that there was no point considering the man's mental state. "Like what?"
"Well, hopefully somethin' very unrelated to paperwork. Like get a drink? Or whatever."
Just out of surgery and his first thought was about getting drinks? Thrawn turned to level a reproachful look at him, prepared to tell him to stop thinking and just relax, but stopped. Pellaeon had asked him if they could go get drinks. Together. Was Pellaeon… he was flirting with him. Thrawn sighed but couldn't stop his own huff of laughter as he shook his head.
"Pellaeon, I'm very flattered but you don't have to ask. We are married, after all."
Pellaeon's eyes widened to comedic proportions.
"We're what?" Pellaeon asked and tried to sit up but only flopped back onto the mattress. "Holy shit," he mumbled, "I scored."
He then raised his hands in an attempt at high fiving himself, but Thrawn grabbed his hands before he could do anything. "I don't know what scoring points has to do with this but will you please just relax."