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[transmit]

[ does it matter when their feelings have been confirmed to be mutual? nevermind thorns hasn't given him an actual answer to whether or not he wants to date, they can figure that one out… eventually…

elysium wakes up at another ungodly hour into he morning to shower and also crawl into bed. he sends some emails to his prof and tells sc*en to eat shit to find inner peace.

for a variety of reasons, he ends up sleeping better the second to around. ]

[oversea]

[ it seems like elysium isn't going on a second date with scien.....

thorns does not sleep well, but he does at least fall asleep. unfortunately he ends up waking up early and drags his dead body to the bathroom where he attempts to drown himself in the shower.

this is fine. ]

[transmit]

[ that name is going in the burn book.

he ends up sleeping in until noon. of note is a missed call from kal'tsit and dahut, but he'll deal with both once he feels marginally more alive. his first priority is checking up on thorns. if he doesn't get a response from gentle knocks, he will very quietly and very respectfully try to peek in…?

yoohoo. ]

[oversea]

[




he is asleep on the ground. ]

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[ HELP

THAT'S HIS BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he panics, rushing over to scoop thorns back onto the bed where he belongs. the next few minutes are spent fussing over him: checking his temperature, adjusting the blankets, hovering far too close for his own good. it's hard to tell how bad it is when he's warm himself, but still. how's he doing…? ]

[oversea]

[ he is warmer than he was before, but that is likely due to the fact that he did absolutely nothing to take care of himself while sick and instead just doted on elysium the entire time.

he opens an eye. ]

Bed.

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[ oh yeah it has nothing to do with how they spent hours giggle gaggling after their hospital visit or anything. nothing at all. elysium frowns, placing a hand over thorns' eyes.

shh, shh. ]

Mm. Lemme make a call and see what I can do for you.

[oversea]

Do what? Go to bed...

[ he places his own hand over elysium's. shhh... ]

You're sick.

[ and clearly thorns is the very picture of perfect health. ]

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We're both sick—but I'm less sick.

[ flawless logic, really. it's also exactly why thorns is in the state he's in, but at this point they're just an infinite feedback loop of illness. it's fine. totally fine. they'll find a way out of it yet… ]

Miss Kal'tsit tried to reach me earlier, but I wasn't awake to take her call. I'll grab you something to eat first, see what medication I can pick up, then rest. [ he makes this all sound like it's very casual and will take a few minutes tops. it will! ] Deal?

[ he wrests his hand free, ready to scurry away like poor romeo ]

[oversea]

If you aren't back here in five minutes I'm going after you.

[ there is no possible way for him to do all of that in five minutes.

... but thorns dozes off again right after saying that, so elysium is probably fine? ]

[transmit]

[ thorns was the ghost all along.

the way he calls kal'tsit in the middle of a workday. she sounds more exhausted than the previous night, and somewhere in the background, dahut is very audibly scolding sc*en. apparently, whatever that man had made has landed him in trouble with the dean herself. how she found out remains a mystery! surely this won't come back to bite them in the ass later.

elysium, meanwhile, entertains the thought of just taking sc*en out entirely. it'd make everyone's lives so much easier, wouldn't it? he doesn't realise he'd said that aloud until kal'tsit clears her voice.

it already takes five minutes for them to finish the phone call and for her to email him a prescription tiredly. he lingers by the doorway, half-wondering if thorns will actually come after him…? ]

[oversea]

[ thorns is still asleep.

it's probably safe for elysium to escape....... ]

[transmit]

[ …

he scurries back to thorns' room to make sure his bird is comfortably tucked under his arms. another minute of idling around just watching thorns sleep and he mentally kicks himself to go.



he realises halfway to the parking lot he'd forgotten to take a picture and kicks himself again. ]

[oversea]

[ elysium you fool.

thorns at least continues to sleep. there is a point where he wakes up, but in his groggy state he just feels the plush in his arms and gets comfortable again. ]

Elysium...

[ passes out ]

[transmit]

[ when you have mutual feelings with someone it's okay to do these things…? it breaks the mind a little, but making these changes bit by bit should be fine…

anyway. leaving elysium on his own is a pretty terrible decision as there are times where he'll just space out thinking about their situation and otherwise making himself a menace to society. he trips twice, bumps into another four. it's a miracle he survives the journey out and back.

what's supposed to take an hour at most takes an hour and a half. oopsie. ]

[oversea]

[ when elysium opens the door, he will find thorns sitting in front of it, still holding onto the bird. he has realized this isn't actually elysium at some point and went to find him.

he gazes at him with eyes that are barely staying open. ]

It's been over five minutes.

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[ HE'S JUST SITTING IN THE DOORWAY? HELP

elysium nearly drops everything he's holding, heart stopping for the second he's left staring. ]

You—what? Why aren't you in bed? What are you doing?

[ his voice pitches higher with every word. ]

And——no? You don't know that. Don't talk about things you don't know. When did I leave? It's been five minutes, tops. You're imagining things. Did you miss me so much five minutes felt like hours?

[ an immediate pivot to gaslighting. incredible. ]

We need to get you back into bed…

[oversea]

[ none of that sounds right actually.

thorns will carefully get to his feet, still holding onto bird. instead of going to bed though, he just walks over to the couch and sits down, patting the spot next to him. the plush goes on his other side.

he's waiting. ]

[transmit]

[ not even the part where he'd missed him? damn. tough crowd.

and that is not BED, but he supposes it's better for thorns to have food with his medication anyhow… and with a reluctant sigh, he pads over and deliberately sets down the containers of chicken noodle soup and the prescription in front of them.

then, carefully, he takes his seat and waits for thorns to speak first. why does he feel scared. ]

[oversea]

[ hmmmm.

he picks up the soup silently and opens it, then grabs the food. except instead of feeding himself, he offers the spoonful of soup to elysium instead. ]

Here.

[transmit]

I had a breakfast sandwich while I was waiting for them to fill our prescription. Worry about yourself first, won't you?

[ he did not. all men do is LIE

so with his hand, he redirects thorns' back to his own mouth. yum. then, he presses a capsule into thorns' other palm. ]

Here. Take this with your soup.

[oversea]

[ he wants to call him out... but he will take the pills and swallow them and slowly eat at his soup.

however thorns does still try several more times to feed elysium. ]

[transmit]

I don't want to get you more sick.

[ they have different viral loads… he doesn't want to give thorns the wrong idea.

he redirects the spoon again. but this time, he adds a pat to thorns' head. he's doing good? it should be rewarded. ]

[oversea]

[ okay... he quietly eats the rest of the soup until he decides he no longer wants anymore.

and once he sets the container back on the table, he just flops against elysium. ]

Bed.

[transmit]

[ thorns is sick but he still has no right to be this docile. elysium explodes. ]

Oh. Yeah. Let me help you.

[ that's what he's asking for, right…? he tries to get up as well as he can without jostling thorns too much. it feels a little wrong to carry him, but supporting his weight should be fine and normal? he thinks? ]