[ he wills himself to pass out again but it does not work. okay.
as this drags on, his mind wanders to all the ways he can get back at scien… this is all his fault… he's about to go bald. he just has to endure this for a little while longer until thorns inevitably moves on with his life. it's fine. really, it is. his eyes remain closed. ]
thorns meanwhile browses doordash to find them a nice meal that is healthy for them... he orders it, and then wanders back to the room so he can fluffy elysium's pillows and tuck him in more properly. thorns may feel sick but as long as he feels better than elysium does, he is the nurse.
this time he's only out for half an hour, blinking awake to find the world strangely more comfortable despite the pathetic way he'd went out. but, where's thorns? still in the room? his room? the living room?
elysium doesn't quite trust that it's safe to get up, not with the looming threat of thorns being thorns, but he really should. thorns is sick too, isn't he? he can set his own misery aside long enough to prioritise what should be prioritised. he sits up. where is he. ]
[ thorns is on the couch, mostly because it's closer to the door and he will have to grab their food when it arrives. he is currently quizzing scien on what the heck did he feed elysium, but scien does not want to reveal his secrets in case thorns steals his research... this is hell...
the way he doesn't even bother with words. he just walks up, plants his feet in front of thorns. stares for a beat, then… suddenly topples forward? except no, that isn't quite right; it's just pretense to fold thorns into a hug.
this will be the most awkward minute of both their lives. ]
the way elysium has been so touchy while sick that thorns' immediate assumption that this is just like when elysium tried to drag them on their date while in a sick stupor. he wonders if he has to go and bring him back to bed... if he's like this for longer they may need to actually go to a doctor? ]
[ neither of them are remotely on the same page right now. thorns truly believes that elysium is just soooo sick right now... the poor baby...
he gently moves his hand to place it on elysium's cheek so very tenderly. this appears like a loving caress but he's seeing if he somehow became warmer. ]
[ he is completely flushed, so. yes. it does make scien's supposed cure seem like ass when at best it just knocked him out. and if thorns were to ask scien about it, the man would probably shrug and say it's a skill issue?
either way, elysium's convinced he's delusional. thorns? thorns, who always fights him and treats him violently, being tender? impossible. but, he wants to let go even less now because by using thorns he can hide away from thorns…… amazing. ]
he just makes a pathetic sniffling noise before curling into a ball… just yesterday he was thinking he was ready to get over thorns? he's going through the stages of grief for real.
when thorns comes back elysium is conspicuously missing. he's gone into hiding in his room… ]
thorns will wander over and peek his head inside to see if elysium is alive or not. it's kind of crazy how he went from never being in here before the wedding to basically living in this room the past few days. ]
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as this drags on, his mind wanders to all the ways he can get back at scien… this is all his fault… he's about to go bald. he just has to endure this for a little while longer until thorns inevitably moves on with his life. it's fine. really, it is. his eyes remain closed. ]
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he leans in to bury his face against elysium's neck breathes for a second, and then rolls off of him to get up and figure out the plan for today. ]
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is decidedly not platonic. sir. what did you mean by this.
elysium rolls over, buries himself face-first into his bed, hoping he suffocates and dies. ]
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?
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he doesn't need to die? hold on. ]
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he ends up passing out again after thinking too much. ]
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thorns meanwhile browses doordash to find them a nice meal that is healthy for them... he orders it, and then wanders back to the room so he can fluffy elysium's pillows and tuck him in more properly. thorns may feel sick but as long as he feels better than elysium does, he is the nurse.
he is unaware of his crisis. ]
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this time he's only out for half an hour, blinking awake to find the world strangely more comfortable despite the pathetic way he'd went out. but, where's thorns? still in the room? his room? the living room?
elysium doesn't quite trust that it's safe to get up, not with the looming threat of thorns being thorns, but he really should. thorns is sick too, isn't he? he can set his own misery aside long enough to prioritise what should be prioritised. he sits up. where is he. ]
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he looks up when he hears footsteps. ]
I ordered food.
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the way he doesn't even bother with words. he just walks up, plants his feet in front of thorns. stares for a beat, then… suddenly topples forward? except no, that isn't quite right; it's just pretense to fold thorns into a hug.
this will be the most awkward minute of both their lives. ]
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the way elysium has been so touchy while sick that thorns' immediate assumption that this is just like when elysium tried to drag them on their date while in a sick stupor. he wonders if he has to go and bring him back to bed... if he's like this for longer they may need to actually go to a doctor? ]
Elysium?
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he keeps clinging onto thorns without saying anything. why is this his life. ]
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he gently moves his hand to place it on elysium's cheek so very tenderly. this appears like a loving caress but he's seeing if he somehow became warmer. ]
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either way, elysium's convinced he's delusional. thorns? thorns, who always fights him and treats him violently, being tender? impossible. but, he wants to let go even less now because by using thorns he can hide away from thorns…… amazing. ]
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they're just stuck like this then.
so much time is passing (in reality it's not that much time, but it feels like it is). ]
Can you look at me?
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this could so easily be construed as payback for not taking him on that date… ]
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he hugs him back... ]
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no… but his shoulders do relax a little because being hugged back is nice…
he mumbles something unintelligible. ]
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What was that?
[ and then there's a buzz at their door.
their food is here... ]
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he just makes a pathetic sniffling noise before curling into a ball… just yesterday he was thinking he was ready to get over thorns? he's going through the stages of grief for real.
when thorns comes back elysium is conspicuously missing. he's gone into hiding in his room… ]
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thorns will wander over and peek his head inside to see if elysium is alive or not. it's kind of crazy how he went from never being in here before the wedding to basically living in this room the past few days. ]
Hey?
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he is going through it. ]
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thorns pads over and grabs the blanket to carefully lift it enough so thorns can check on him. ]
Do I need to take you to the hospital?
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he stubbornly keeps the blanket over his head. ]
I'm fine…
[ his ego is not ]
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thorns does not believe this. he tries to pull the blanket off him more. ]
You've had a fever for days now. I had to message your professors for you.
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… Thanks. But what if you catch what I have? Scien could've been researching biological weapons. I could be contagious.
You should change your shirt.
[ he will chalk the hug up as a moment of weakness. ]
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