[ elysium will wake up and be forced to go to the other bed and will continue to pretend like nothing happened.
thorns just flops over. he can pretend like this is platonic... bro sleepovers are a thing... once elysium is awake then thorns will go back to giving him space, a thing he failed at almost immediately after deciding to do so. ]
does he fall back asleep… is elysium going to wake up thinking he never actually moved beds and never managed to get thorns fruits and water? he's going to beat himself up for being a failure of a best friend. terrible.
and sharing beds can totally be platonic after you just had an altercation setting boundaries. totally. it takes another two hours for him to get up again. ]
he is dehydrated and actively dying again but despite all odds, he will try to slide a cushion under thorns' head and drop a blanket on him assuming he is playing dead.
he tries very hard to not be obvious. being on the floor may be weird but also, they were so drunk that it might actually not be weird at all? it's fine. ]
[ okay… he will fuss an extra few seconds making sure thorns is breathing and comfortable before stalking off. he is not thinking about the whys or hows they were fuckin wasted.
there's the sound of a pill bottle and him gulping down water, and another where he's just collecting himself. on the bright side, it looks like he didn't delude himself into thinking he picked them up necessities? on the other, he wonders if this goes to show how truly platonic they are that nothing happened last night…
[ elysium you either want to have drunkenly made out with thorns or you don't, pick one.
once elysium has been in the shower for long enough, thorns will consider it safe to "wake up" from his sleep. the fact that this is his life now is killing him. ]
[ he's out here fighting inner demons everyday of his life let him live
but moving after he tucked him in so tenderly… wow. thorns has plenty of time to stew over his thoughts while elysium lingers in the shower, taking his time to freshen up. when he finally emerges an hour later, he looks only slightly worse for wear, though he still very much feels like he wants to d*e. ]
thorns' behaviour is making it increasingly hard to believe nothing happened but because the extreme decidedly did not happen elysium is deluding himself that everything is fine. they are either at 0 or 100 at any given time.
he decides to just collapse back onto his bed while tapping away at doord*sh. ]
A little. [ a lot. ] The ibuprofen's on the table if you need it.
[ he puts in an order. he rolls his face back into his pillow. ]
[ so did he. he really would have ended up in the ocean if he didn't get stopped by that one wedding guest.
should he bring up what happened...? it might not be the best to when they are both hungover and then will be forced to sit several hours in a car together after. ]
[ thorns still has to apologize? he spent some time thinking things over. sure, a large part of that time he was very wasted for and thus could barely comprehend anything, but it still weighed heavily. ]
[ he shifts and pushes himself upright, settling on the edge of the bed with a quiet sigh before turning his gaze to thorns. ]
… I've been frustrated about a couple things recently. I should apologise too for probably taking it out on you.
[ does he know this to be 100% true? no… but just in case, he does add: ]
Weren't you the one who got us back, anyway? After I made such a big show about being your chaperone. Now that's embarrassing. It's not like you had much of a choice, at that point.
You would have brought me back if the roles were reversed.
[ so he does confirm that was the case.
but ugh. thorns goes quiet again as he tries to formulate his thoughts. he's never really been great at saying things delicately. he wonders if things with that one guy with a crush on him may have ended better if thorns had rejected him in a better way? the other person he "rejected" stop talking to him for years so maybe thorns is the problem. ]
[ on the one hand, this is good because it establishes boundaries; on the other, there is no fuckin relationship and elysium wants to scream.
he really needs to commit one way or the other: either he gets over thorns or he doesn't. thorns was onto something though—now not being the best time to confront their issues—because they're both nursing their brutal hangovers still and elysium's foul mood hasn't gone anywhere despite him pretending otherwise.
[ THORNS WAS ALL OVER HIM AND HE DOESN'T REMEMBER ANY OF IT?
except!! that isn't the problem!! the problem is that thorns is out of water and elysium fixes that in short notice… he has not forgotten that he needs to stay hydrated… he shakes in wanting to tell thorns he can continue hanging off of him and should? ]
Oh. [ FLATLY. ] I guess…
[ but he cannot say that. despair. ]
It's water under the bridge. If anything, it means you actually have eyes that work. [ because thorns has shown to care about appearance ] Good for you.
[ he makes a face at the last comment and will not acknowledge it further.
he thinks elysium is being too chill about this considering how upset he was last night, but he guesses that he is just trying to be amicable now to not make things weird. he's such a good guy? ]
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thorns wipes the drool off. like, he uses elysium's shirt to wipe it off, so it's not as sweet as it could be. ]
Aren't you comfortable?
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You should… get comfortable too…
[ with another hand he tugs thorns' sleeve. they really undid all his work just like that. ]
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thorns just flops over. he can pretend like this is platonic... bro sleepovers are a thing... once elysium is awake then thorns will go back to giving him space, a thing he failed at almost immediately after deciding to do so. ]
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does he fall back asleep… is elysium going to wake up thinking he never actually moved beds and never managed to get thorns fruits and water? he's going to beat himself up for being a failure of a best friend. terrible.
and sharing beds can totally be platonic after you just had an altercation setting boundaries. totally. it takes another two hours for him to get up again. ]
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thorns is on the floor because he immediately just fucking rolled off the bed the second he realized elysium was starting to wake up. ]
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he is dehydrated and actively dying again but despite all odds, he will try to slide a cushion under thorns' head and drop a blanket on him assuming he is playing dead.
moving him is too risky… ]
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he tries very hard to not be obvious. being on the floor may be weird but also, they were so drunk that it might actually not be weird at all? it's fine. ]
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there's the sound of a pill bottle and him gulping down water, and another where he's just collecting himself. on the bright side, it looks like he didn't delude himself into thinking he picked them up necessities? on the other, he wonders if this goes to show how truly platonic they are that nothing happened last night…
hm…
well. whatever. it's his turn to take a shower. ]
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once elysium has been in the shower for long enough, thorns will consider it safe to "wake up" from his sleep. the fact that this is his life now is killing him. ]
This is so dumb...
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but moving after he tucked him in so tenderly… wow. thorns has plenty of time to stew over his thoughts while elysium lingers in the shower, taking his time to freshen up. when he finally emerges an hour later, he looks only slightly worse for wear, though he still very much feels like he wants to d*e. ]
You're up? Make sure you drink water.
[ what is this déjà vu ]
Want me to order in some salad?
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is this awkward? what do they talk about. ]
Does your head hurt?
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thorns' behaviour is making it increasingly hard to believe nothing happened but because the extreme decidedly did not happen elysium is deluding himself that everything is fine. they are either at 0 or 100 at any given time.
he decides to just collapse back onto his bed while tapping away at doord*sh. ]
A little. [ a lot. ] The ibuprofen's on the table if you need it.
[ he puts in an order. he rolls his face back into his pillow. ]
I'm kind of down to cut class tomorrow…
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[ so did he. he really would have ended up in the ocean if he didn't get stopped by that one wedding guest.
should he bring up what happened...? it might not be the best to when they are both hungover and then will be forced to sit several hours in a car together after. ]
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[ the stupid call. them.
… ]
Was there something you wanted to say?
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thorns takes a long sip of water. ]
I should probably apologize.
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probably ]
For…?
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[ and he proceeds to not explain how he did this. ]
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he thinks really hard about this… and still remembers nothing. ]
Huh? Don't worry about it.
[ says this having 0 context because thorns seemed worried about it ]
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[ thorns still has to apologize? he spent some time thinking things over. sure, a large part of that time he was very wasted for and thus could barely comprehend anything, but it still weighed heavily. ]
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… I've been frustrated about a couple things recently. I should apologise too for probably taking it out on you.
[ does he know this to be 100% true? no… but just in case, he does add: ]
Weren't you the one who got us back, anyway? After I made such a big show about being your chaperone. Now that's embarrassing. It's not like you had much of a choice, at that point.
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[ so he does confirm that was the case.
but ugh. thorns goes quiet again as he tries to formulate his thoughts. he's never really been great at saying things delicately. he wonders if things with that one guy with a crush on him may have ended better if thorns had rejected him in a better way? the other person he "rejected" stop talking to him for years so maybe thorns is the problem. ]
I haven't been respecting your relationship.
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he really needs to commit one way or the other: either he gets over thorns or he doesn't. thorns was onto something though—now not being the best time to confront their issues—because they're both nursing their brutal hangovers still and elysium's foul mood hasn't gone anywhere despite him pretending otherwise.
he stares. ]
… Yeah? Why would you say that?
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thorns finishes his water, which is a travesty because it gives him one less thing to occupy himself with during this. ]
I was all over you. And you told me so last night.
[ he pauses, glancing over at elysium. ]
So I'll do better.
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except!! that isn't the problem!! the problem is that thorns is out of water and elysium fixes that in short notice… he has not forgotten that he needs to stay hydrated… he shakes in wanting to tell thorns he can continue hanging off of him and should? ]
Oh. [ FLATLY. ] I guess…
[ but he cannot say that. despair. ]
It's water under the bridge. If anything, it means you actually have eyes that work. [ because thorns has shown to care about appearance ] Good for you.
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he thinks elysium is being too chill about this considering how upset he was last night, but he guesses that he is just trying to be amicable now to not make things weird. he's such a good guy? ]
... Anyway, I'll still be more careful.
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