[ thorns is like ? considering he basically helped elysium drink earlier, but he supposes elysium may not remember that considering he was extremely out of it at the time.
so he just gets up and walks out of the room, and then returns with the food delivery in hand. he settles back down. ]
he should say no. he managed to put his foot down when they were at the wedding? but he is so, so tempted and he thinks if he experiences this he can die content.
he stares at thorns.
then opens his mouth. he is blaming scien for this, too. explodes him in his head. die. ]
[ he is that one meme of the guy standing with his hands behind his back in various places.
man.
this short-circuits him so bad he just opens his mouth again mechanically. does thorns blow on the congee… does elysium burn his mouth… not that it matters because he literally cannot feel or think anything, but okay. this is extremely hard, he wants to say, but if he exerts any of his effort outside of remaining on autopilot, he is going to expose himself a hundred times over. ]
unless thorns does something he will literally see elysium swallow air. okay. this is his animation loop and he does not have any more resources to allocate to it, do not @ him. ]
[ he isn't wrong? elysium is horrifically sick in the head. another few awkward beats pass, and when he realises his mouth feels strangely dry despite being in an infinite soup loop, he blinks. then——sees the empty bowl and goes oh. ]
Huh?
[ did thorns just ask him something? judging by the way he's looking at him, probably. elysium makes a show of pausing, as though in thought. ]
[ he was not expecting elysium to actually agree to it, but he can't really back out now... okay. thorns gets up, before reaching over to grab elysium's hands to carefully pull him onto his feet as well. ]
[ like the situation isn't about to clear itself up in two seconds
still, something feels wrong… just as thorns feels, he can't shake the sense that thorns is more ill than he's letting off. elysium is led until he isn't, planting his feet and giving a gentle tug to draw thorns back. it's his turn now to clumsily feel up thorns' face, frown deepening at what he finds. ]
[ the way thorns doesn't understand why this would stop elysium from showering. there is so many romcom levels of misunderstanding happening right now.
he shakes his head and tugs at elysium again. ]
We need to go first. You can't take back your agreement.
[ he doesn't answer any of the questions that elysium just asked. he is sick enough that he is failing to follow along this train of thought, because elysium is asking so many things? that have nothing to do with showering? ]
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[ thorns will not stand for this!!! ]
If you don't come with me, I'm bringing the food here and feeding you.
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[ but then. he reconsiders thorns' words. ]
Would you actually.
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so he just gets up and walks out of the room, and then returns with the food delivery in hand. he settles back down. ]
Yes.
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he should say no. he managed to put his foot down when they were at the wedding? but he is so, so tempted and he thinks if he experiences this he can die content.
he stares at thorns.
then opens his mouth. he is blaming scien for this, too. explodes him in his head. die. ]
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he is content over him being a good boy. ]
See? That wasn't hard.
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man.
this short-circuits him so bad he just opens his mouth again mechanically. does thorns blow on the congee… does elysium burn his mouth… not that it matters because he literally cannot feel or think anything, but okay. this is extremely hard, he wants to say, but if he exerts any of his effort outside of remaining on autopilot, he is going to expose himself a hundred times over. ]
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he is thinking of how elysium hadn't taken a shower since before he went to help scien? and he has been so sweaty since then? hmmm. ]
How is it?
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sorry. he just opens his mouth again. thorns was so wise to get congee; this bitch is not chewing shit. ]
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thorns will keep feeding him until the congee is either gone or as close to gone as they can get it. ]
Good job.
[ like elysium is a toddler ]
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unless thorns does something he will literally see elysium swallow air. okay. this is his animation loop and he does not have any more resources to allocate to it, do not @ him. ]
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he sets the bowl aside. ]
You need to shower. Do you need help?
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Huh?
[ did thorns just ask him something? judging by the way he's looking at him, probably. elysium makes a show of pausing, as though in thought. ]
I guess…?
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[ he was not expecting elysium to actually agree to it, but he can't really back out now... okay. thorns gets up, before reaching over to grab elysium's hands to carefully pull him onto his feet as well. ]
Let's go.
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he twists his wrist, sliding his hand around thorns' and holding on tight. he will just assume this is the case and look stubbornly adamant. ]
You too. You're warm.
[ they can go to a walk-in and book appointments for the both of them… ]
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thorns just blinks, unsure what to do with this development. ]
I'll go after you do...
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elysium doesn't even stutter: ]
How do I know you aren't lying to me?
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he very hesitantly starts to tug at elysium to lead him into the hall. ]
Okay...
[ he supposes he can just sit outside the door...? ]
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still, something feels wrong… just as thorns feels, he can't shake the sense that thorns is more ill than he's letting off. elysium is led until he isn't, planting his feet and giving a gentle tug to draw thorns back. it's his turn now to clumsily feel up thorns' face, frown deepening at what he finds. ]
You're warmer than I remember.
[ this may just be delusional ]
Change of plans. I'm taking care of you.
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he shakes his head and tugs at elysium again. ]
We need to go first. You can't take back your agreement.
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this is about to get so much more stupid. ]
Have you eaten? How much did you sleep? Did you skip your classes to take care of me? What about water—have you been staying hydrated?
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[ he doesn't answer any of the questions that elysium just asked. he is sick enough that he is failing to follow along this train of thought, because elysium is asking so many things? that have nothing to do with showering? ]
Just come with me.
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[ THORNS!!!!!!! ]
I'm not doing anything until you eat and drink something. What if you pass out halfway on me? I won't be much help.
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thorns just sighs, and tugs at elysium one more time. ]
Fine. I can go grab my food.
[ he did order for himself too, at least, he just did not eat it and focused entirely on elysium. he can sense this was his bbbb in another life. ]
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but he will accept this tugging… ]
Okay. Do you need me to feed you…?
[ since
thorns had fed him? ]
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[ thorns needs it to be known that elysium is more sickly. he will die on this hill.
but his (now no longer hot) congee is on the kitchen counter. he pulls elysium until they reach it. ]
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