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[ since there's no hair to hold back or anything, all he can do is linger about and make a face at the noise. it's never pleasant, especially not from where it's coming from. ]

[when he's finished, he reaches blindly for a square of toilet paper, wipes his mouth, and then flushes before he slumps back against the stall wall. he breathes out heavily, presses the heels of his palms against his eyelids until red turns to yellow, and then he hauls himself to his feet and toward the sink so he can rinse out his mouth.]

... Sorry.

[ he's looking away, over at the edge of the door, arms folded. unobtrusive. ]

Don't apologize.

[rinse, spit, and it's like it never happened, only it'll probably happen again later because it's been happening all day. when he finally emerges, he offers an apologetic glance despite being told not to apologize.]

... stupid.

[ barely says it, putting another head on his head; what he's referencing is a little vague, though the look on his face is momentarily pained, too. ]

[he can't decide whether to lean toward or away from riku, and something like guilt casts a shadow over his features.]

I... I know. That's all I've ever been.

Not you.

[ there, it's gone. now he can feel more like himself, removing his hand and popping out his collar. why so sporty, riku. ]

Then who else?

[he sighs, pushing past him to get to the medicine cabinet.]

Doesn't matter.

It matters to me, but okay.

[closes the cabinet, lips pressed into a thin line.]

[ blows the hair out of his eyes. he's had enough sad stories for one day. ]

... if the antacid doesn't work in a couple hours, try some tea.

[nods, eyes slightly unfocused.]

I think... I think I just want to lay down.

That too.

[ he's already holding the door open. ]

[murmurs a quiet 'thanks' as he slips by into the hallway.]

... [ at a loss for what to do otherwise, he watches him go, breaking down all the excuses in his head. it's a big dressing room, so it'd be easy for roxas to just get sick, right? ]

[he doesn't look back to see if riku's following or if he's not, just starts down the hallway with his hands shoved in his pockets and his eyes glued to the carpet. he only makes it a couple dozen feet before he stops suddenly, backtracks, and goes different way.]

[ well, he never said where he wanted to lay down, which leaves riku blinking in confusion before turning to keep trailing after him. so hopeless. ]

[the original path he'd started on would have been a much shorter route to the room, but all that mattered was that he got there, and without getting sick again, too, which was also a plus.

and even if he wasn't entirely sure if riku had followed, he still waited and held the door open, back to the hallway. a couple seconds, and if there was nothing, he would let go.]

[ riku's there with a hand curled around the wood, holding the door the rest of the way open. ]

Tch ...

[ like there was ever any doubt. ]

[spares a glance over his shoulder and a small, weak smile, letting go of the door and stepping further into the room. he doesn't bother with lights, just walks and crawls straight up onto the mattress, twisting and landing on his back with a heavy, forced out sigh.]

[ after a moment, riku dumps another thin blanket on top of him. heaven forbid he catches a cold alongside everything else that's going on ... ]

Get some rest.

[he only hums thoughtfully, one hand twisting in the blanket, thumb rubbing slow circles in the fabric. he stares up at the ceiling for a while, shifting every once in a while until he gets tired of it and rolls over onto his side.]

... Thanks, Riku.

Mm.

[ now he's got time to actually think about that story, crouching down and folding his arms over the edge of the mattress. yeah, he could leave, but since all he'd think about is roxas, it's probably better to stay. ]

[closes his eyes, swallowing hard.]

There's still room. You don't have to crouch like that.

M'lazy.

[ that's all it is. stretches his hand out, wondering how far his fingers have to stretch until they touch something. seeing in the half-darkness isn't so easy. ]