This reminds me of a recent exchange with my T in which it became abundantly clear that I have nothing to offer.
T: *cough*
Me: "Are you okay? Do you have a cold or something?"
T: "No, I'm fine. Just a cough."
Me:*Digging furiously in purse* "Do you want some, um, ...lotion?"
T: "Lotion?"
Me: "Yeah. I don't know how that will help, but it's all I have."
T: "Oh. Um, no thanks."
So, yeah, I have no idea what favor I could do for my T. Interesting thought, though.
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