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[ 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. ]

[breathes out, then in, eyes opening half-way when riku's fingertips nudge up against his arm.]

[ oh. wiggles them experimentally, unsure of what else to contribute for now. ]

[ maybe he could give roxas a taste of his own medicine, or maybe he should just let him rest, if that's even possible. ]

[watches his fingers move about.]

... You left your gun.

Someone else can pick it up.

Okay.

[ smiles, not that he can really see it. for a guy who claims to have trouble expressing himself, he's come leaps and bounds lately. ]

[pulls his arm back, closer to his body.]

You don't have to stick around, you know.

[not that he doesn't want him there, but he's not mister exciting at the moment. there's something in his voice, though, something that's saying the completely opposite. please don't leave. don't you dare leave.]

Yeah, I do.

[ he would've regardless, but it looks like roxas has just sealed the deal. good thing he didn't have a lot of plans today. ]

[sighs, turning onto his back, sprawled kind of haphazardly. he starts to feel nauseated again, hot and dizzy, but he swallows it down; ignores the feeling and peels off his his flannel shirt.

some part of him feels like talking, like spilling some more, but there's not really much left. not anything he wants to touch yet. so he keeps quiet.]

... not that it'll help, but this place'd probably just bring you back if anything happened, anyway.

[just starts... laughing.]

What, I've seen it.

[ha ha ha]

N-no, I-- I know, I-I've seen it-- t-too.

... ...

[ good thing roxas isn't feeling well, or he'd be getting the boot right now. ]

[still laughing. don't worry, he'll stop soon.]

It doesn't matter-- matter, though, because nothing's-- nothing's going to happen. I'm done.

I'm just saying, jeez.

[ huffs. see if he ever starts a conversation again ... ]

[presses his hands over his face as his laughter dies down.]

I know. Sorry.

... got a nice laugh.

[ you'd think he'd have heard it more often. ]

Laughing makes me feel sick.

[right now, anyway.]

[ oops. ]

My bad.