[ okay. well. whatever gets thorns to eat his congee. elysium will annoyingly hover around him after pouring him a glass of water. they say the idle mind is the devil's workshop, and it's true—he remembers a little belatedly why they're in this mess to begin with again, but
will thorns let him wander off to get his phone… is his hand still on his wrist… he's going to try and sidestep away? ]
elysium can wander off... thorns will just reattach himself to him later when he is done eating. he cannot believe he is being babied like this after he just spend over 24 hours babying elysium. ]
[ it is very believable when you consider the type of person elysium is. typically, elysium would not let himself get this distracted by a side mission but you see
the moment he starts messaging scien he is a lost cause. he is going to kill this man. ]
thorns just wordlessly hands it over because he decided it's easier to just comply than deal with whatever sick induced delusion elysium is currently going through. stop blaming everything on him being sick. ]
he blocks dahut and scien's numbers. then, he thinks about it a little more and ultimately decides he should block any incoming numbers that aren't already registered in his phonebook? perfect.
[ thorns stares back, also deeply confused as to why elysium isn't doing anything. he told thorns he doesn't want him to undress him, so he isn't sure what the problem is?
and then it hits him (it doesn't), and thorns turns around to face a wall. just because elysium wants him in here doesn't mean he wants him to see anything... it is simply a solidarity thing. ]
[ they are two men standing in the bathroom together… is this thorns telling him he should go before they leave? does he think he'll hit his head somewhere and pass out and die if they aren't in the same room? he just let him go off on his own earlier though?
this is so bizarre…… he stares at thorns' head thinking he might be able to look into it if he stares hard enough. ]
Are you serious?
[ about wanting elysium to P*SS IN FRONT OF HIM????? ]
thorns is so confused. at this point he actually turns around because maybe seeing elysium will make this conversation suddenly make any sense at all. ]
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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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will thorns let him wander off to get his phone… is his hand still on his wrist… he's going to try and sidestep away? ]
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elysium can wander off... thorns will just reattach himself to him later when he is done eating. he cannot believe he is being babied like this after he just spend over 24 hours babying elysium. ]
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the moment he starts messaging scien he is a lost cause. he is going to kill this man. ]
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he goes to put away the garbage after. ]
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elysium returns. the vibes surrounding him are absolutely rancid. ]
Can you give me your phone?
[ his tone is so opposed to his expression; you would think he is just himself, but no. he's going to have to bring out weaponry. ]
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thorns just wordlessly hands it over because he decided it's easier to just comply than deal with whatever sick induced delusion elysium is currently going through. stop blaming everything on him being sick. ]
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he blocks dahut and scien's numbers. then, he thinks about it a little more and ultimately decides he should block any incoming numbers that aren't already registered in his phonebook? perfect.
he smiles and hands the phone back over. ]
Okay.
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thorns just takes his phone back. after pocketing it, he will return to his previous position which was grabbing elysium by the wrist. ]
Right. I'll help you undress if you need me to.
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huh ]
Sorry, what? [ he stares at thorns' hand on his wrist. ] I think I misheard you. What?
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[ which is a relief but thorns wasn't going to let elysium know he was nervous about it, that's the opposite of being helpful... ]
I'll just take you there then.
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[ they are once again having two entirely different conversations. he looks down. a stain he's maybe missing? ]
You still have to be there with me.
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thorns reminds himself that elysium is practically on death's door. he nods his head slowly and starts to tug him down the hall towards the bath... ]
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he just stares at thorns questioningly? he is truly struggling so much just to make sense of what's going on… why is life hard. ]
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and then it hits him (it doesn't), and thorns turns around to face a wall. just because elysium wants him in here doesn't mean he wants him to see anything... it is simply a solidarity thing. ]
Go ahead.
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this is so bizarre…… he stares at thorns' head thinking he might be able to look into it if he stares hard enough. ]
Are you serious?
[ about wanting elysium to P*SS IN FRONT OF HIM????? ]
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does.... does he actually want him to watch? what. thorns should have just let him die. ]
I don't think it's appropriate for me to look.
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Isn't it already inappropriate that you're here.
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thorns is so confused. at this point he actually turns around because maybe seeing elysium will make this conversation suddenly make any sense at all. ]
You... told me to stay with you?
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elysium looks as confused as thorns does. then, his soul leaves his body. ]
To the doctor's…
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in a quiet, horrified voice, ]
To take a shower...
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………… ]
You'd go that far for me…? [ he very gently rests a hand on thorns' shoulder. ] I'll let you know if I ever need it.
[ translation: please get out he needs to CRY ]
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