thorns sighs, and then lean down so he can pry elysium's hand off of him. but he will go to grab some water and painkillers, kneeling down once he returns so he is closer to elysium's level. ]
he does feel hot to touch. he instinctively leans into thorns' hand… if he decides to feel his pulse, it's also abnormally quick. maybe he's going to explode for real? fun! ]
If I'm still dying tomorrow, I'd hope you'd call an ambulance instead of trying to make sense out of a guy on his deathbed.
[ if they do not go on the date, elysium will die. if they do go on the date, elysium will die. so basically, elysium dies either way so they might as well go. this is perfect logic. ]
Nooooo… but the ground's so cool, Thorns…
[ he can protest all he wants, but at the end of the day he's still pretty much a ragdoll in thorns' hands. ]
[ thorns ignores him and takes him to elysium's room. he will remove any clothing that's extra, like his shoes and if he's wearing a jacket, and then tuck him into bed. he should probably shower if he was in a lab all day but he feels like elysium might actually pathetically fight him on that one, so he'll save it for the morning. ]
too bad elysium isn't appreciating it properly because he can, actually, go somewhere! from the other side of the apartment thorns will hear a loud thump.
the intent is to grab thorns by the shoulders. reality: his hands end up fisted dramatically at his chest instead. ]
Are you going to ghost me?
[ is that why he wants to make it tomorrow? he's going to wake up and thorns will be missing? his bags and everything else gone? can't believe thorns is about to drag up his drama like this. unbelievable. ]
[ this is how elysium ends up clutching thorns' hands, pressing them tight against his chest. he's swaying as the world won't stop spinning, but they can ignore that.
the real crime? thorns doesn't even have the chemicals to knock him out. ]
I know you don't like talking about what's bothering you, but it's better than trying to pretend nothing's wrong! I know you!! If you hate me, just say it already!!!
that seems to take care of 90% of his worries because he will just keel over face first into thorns. this is what thorns' gym arc is for… to lug his useless sack of a roommate. thank you. ]
into elysium's room they go. thorns tucks him in again, and considers just leaving. but then he realizes that might not stop elysium just crawling out of bed again and they'll just have a repeat... so he slides into bed as well.
it's fine. he can just leave once elysium is in a deep enough sleep. ]
[ help. well it feels awkward to leave after that.
thorns will just check elysium's temperature again... if he feels warm he will get up, but it's only to get a washcloth to place over his forehead. he sits back down on the bed to watch him, which is a very non-gay activity to do. ]
[ the working story is that scien made him drink a bunch of his samples. he'd tested them all on himself, but his tolerance makes it a little difficult to record what the results might be on regular people?
elysium technically should be recording how he feels but that's something he can be yelled at for later or never. he is also conveniently busy with another very non-gay activity, and that is lightly grabbing onto thorns' sleeve when he returns. he can still easily shrug him off, but his expression does look slightly less tense when this happens… thorns' move… ]
he scoots closer, still giving them enough space that elysium will hopefully not freak out if he wakes up and sees this, but close enough that he can grab onto thorns more comfortably if needed.
[ sometime in the middle of the night, elysium tucks thorns under his blanket and curls against him like one might an oversized stuffed toy.
he is soooooo exhausted he can't even be the annoying roommate he is at the light of dawn. instead, his phone vibrates angrily once. twice. scien wants his report? that was the condition for his release, hello.
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okay.
thorns sighs, and then lean down so he can pry elysium's hand off of him. but he will go to grab some water and painkillers, kneeling down once he returns so he is closer to elysium's level. ]
He really killed you.
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he will gratefully accept the drugs, though. ]
I might throw up if I get up so you can just leave me here…
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[ he is so disappointed?
thorns reaches over so he can place a hand on elysium's forehead, checking for a temperature in case he's sick? ]
If you still feel bad in the morning, I'll need you to give me a summary of what you did together to make sure you're not dying.
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he does feel hot to touch. he instinctively leans into thorns' hand… if he decides to feel his pulse, it's also abnormally quick. maybe he's going to explode for real? fun! ]
If I'm still dying tomorrow, I'd hope you'd call an ambulance instead of trying to make sense out of a guy on his deathbed.
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I'm going to pick you up. It's fine if you throw up on me.
[ and with that he will attempt to scoop elysium up so he can bring him to bed. ]
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Nooooo… but the ground's so cool, Thorns…
[ he can protest all he wants, but at the end of the day he's still pretty much a ragdoll in thorns' hands. ]
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I'm going to go get a washcloth. Stay here.
[ as if he can go anywhere ]
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too bad elysium isn't appreciating it properly because he can, actually, go somewhere! from the other side of the apartment thorns will hear a loud thump.
he ends up on the floor… ]
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thorns just goes over to see what just happened. hello. he stares at elysium's dead body. ]
Why did you get up.
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[ it's been two minutes
his brain… it's cooked! ]
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well, that's a later problem. ]
That's tomorrow. You need to go to sleep so tomorrow can happen.
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the intent is to grab thorns by the shoulders. reality: his hands end up fisted dramatically at his chest instead. ]
Are you going to ghost me?
[ is that why he wants to make it tomorrow? he's going to wake up and thorns will be missing? his bags and everything else gone? can't believe thorns is about to drag up his drama like this. unbelievable. ]
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thorns slowly places his own hands over elysium's to try to pry them off of him. ]
No. You need to sleep now, you've had a long day.
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the real crime? thorns doesn't even have the chemicals to knock him out. ]
I know you don't like talking about what's bothering you, but it's better than trying to pretend nothing's wrong! I know you!! If you hate me, just say it already!!!
[ what did scien do to him ]
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for now, though, thorns just stands there, also wondering what did scien do to him. what is this. ]
I don't hate you. Do I need to go to bed with you?
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he just stares at thorns, hands trembling with thorns' still in his grip. ]
… Will you?
[ he sounds genuinely emotional. don't leave your besties with insane scientists next time, thorns. ]
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[ it seems like he has no other choice but to...?
he wonders if they can move or if he will have to pick elysium up again. ]
Let's go to your room.
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that seems to take care of 90% of his worries because he will just keel over face first into thorns. this is what thorns' gym arc is for… to lug his useless sack of a roommate. thank you. ]
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into elysium's room they go. thorns tucks him in again, and considers just leaving. but then he realizes that might not stop elysium just crawling out of bed again and they'll just have a repeat... so he slides into bed as well.
it's fine. he can just leave once elysium is in a deep enough sleep. ]
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but. okay. there is no clinging throughout the night as he has not been conditioned to do so. just before sleep pulls him under, he mumbles: ]
I'm glad… you're in my life again… I owe you for this.
[ and then he promptly knocks out, grip slackening. thorns is free to do as he pleases. asshole. ]
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thorns will just check elysium's temperature again... if he feels warm he will get up, but it's only to get a washcloth to place over his forehead. he sits back down on the bed to watch him, which is a very non-gay activity to do. ]
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elysium technically should be recording how he feels but that's something he can be yelled at for later or never. he is also conveniently busy with another very non-gay activity, and that is lightly grabbing onto thorns' sleeve when he returns. he can still easily shrug him off, but his expression does look slightly less tense when this happens… thorns' move… ]
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he scoots closer, still giving them enough space that elysium will hopefully not freak out if he wakes up and sees this, but close enough that he can grab onto thorns more comfortably if needed.
he is giving up and will sleep here. ]
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he is soooooo exhausted he can't even be the annoying roommate he is at the light of dawn. instead, his phone vibrates angrily once. twice. scien wants his report? that was the condition for his release, hello.
elysium continues to snooze… ]
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thorns does not wake him. elysium needs to sleep, he is ill... he is contemplating what may be safe for his stomach... ]
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