"Sir?"
"Just a moment..." Wesley blinked back the itching, watering sensation from his eyes. Just as he was about to grab a handful of bills large enough to cover whatever the bill might be, the same sensation filled his nose. Beyond the heavy congestion he could feel a tickle rapidly developing into to the overwhelming urge to sneeze. "huhESSH!" Wet and sudden, the sneeze burst out before he could do much more than turn his head into his shoulder. "EISSH! huhESSHuhh!"
"Are you... sir?"
"uhGISHHOO!" A wave of his hand dismissed the cashier's question and Wesley pulled a handkerchief from his jacket. "I'b fide," he muttered and turned away, this time prepared to muffle the next sneeze into the cloth. "ufffCHUSSH! ruffChoomphh!" Trying to hold the handkerchief in one hand, with his wallet in the other, and blow his nose proved to be more of a challenge than Wesley could have imagined. His nose was even more full now from the sneezes and he desperately needed to stop the thick, wet sniffles. If he didn't blow his nose, he would most definitely start sneezing anew, which would annoy the person he heard walk up behind him in line. "Eguze be... sorry."
"Quite all right. These, too, please." The man placed two more boxes of tissues with Wesley's items, took the wallet away from Wesley and handed him a clean handkerchief. "And put it all on my card."
Wesley peered over the edge of the hanky. He blinked once, then again, and then frowned. The need to blow his nose, cough, then attempt to clear his nose again took precedence, but Wesley managed a look of reproach as he lowered the handkerchief. "Rupert..."
"Now, don't start with me. You're too stuffed up to argue." He took the packages from the counter and guided Wesley out of the door. "You are, however, very lucky I don't listen when you tell me to wait in the car."
