[There's a few more quiet sniffles, as he looks back up to him. Have long have they been talking? He reaches up to press his hand on his cheek. He's so warm.] . . . You should focus on getting better yourself.
. . .yea. [He hasn't forgotten what happened when Asougi fell asleep though. He squeezes his hand, rubbing it with his thumb.] At this rate, I may end up joining you anyway. [He really is tired. Dinner can probably wait.]
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[ He lifts his hand, using the whole thing to brush the tears from his cheek. ]
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[ Though his tone is a bit teasing. He seems tired, but that's probably the sickness talking. ]
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[ He lets out a huff at that, though it's a weak protest at best. ]
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[ grumble grumble. ]
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[ He might be sulking now. ]
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[ Probably. ]
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[ He definitely doesn't look like he wants him to leave, though. ]
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No, it's fine. I'll go back to sleep shortly . . . you should go then.
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[ He's been selfish enough already today. ]
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[ It's a murmured retort though as he leans in against him. ]
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