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I can multi-task.

[ grumble grumble. ]

[That gets a laugh from him.] Now you're just being childish.

Says the man who never gets sick.

[ He might be sulking now. ]

I take better care of myself. [Burn.] I've gotten sick once, but I was actually a kid back then.

[ He just groans in response. ]

[He nudges him.] Are you just going to be like this the whole time...?

Maybe.

[ Probably. ]

I can get out of this bed, then you won't have anyone to complain to. [Can he actually leave though?]

You're not wrong.

[ He definitely doesn't look like he wants him to leave, though. ]

I'll do it. [He's moving in bed at least.]

[ He quietly grabs for his wrist, fingers clinging to the fabric of his sleeve. ]

. . .[Dammit. He sighs deeply, slipping back over to his side.] I'm tired, and it's your fault.

[ He pulls his hand back, shaking his head. ]

No, it's fine. I'll go back to sleep shortly . . . you should go then.

. . .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.]

Don't let me keep you.

[ He's been selfish enough already today. ]

[He shakes his head.] Too late. Dealing with your stubbornness is exhausting.

You're exhausting.

[ It's a murmured retort though as he leans in against him. ]

If it'll slow you down, then good. [He grins, maybe too smugly. He puts his arm around him regardless.]

[ His response is muffled against him. It probably wasn't important anyway. ]

[He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.] You're ridiculous. [He whispers, tired and falling asleep along with him.]

[ SLEEP WILL HAPPEN FOR A BIT, THEN.

At least until the intrusive bad dreams start to kick in. ]

[Naruhodou wasn't kidding when he said he was tired. He stays asleep a little longer, sprawling himself out on the bed, his arm and leg on top of Asougi, his head pressing against his.]

[ Asougi remains curled up next to him, though his sleep appears to be anything but restful. He's expressionless for the most part, saved for his furrowed brow, and the only noises that escape him are soft, nonsensical murmurs as well as the sharp catching of his breath every now and then as he tries to curl up on himself even more, eyes scrunched shut. ]

[The constant movement from his partner beside him slowly nudges him awake. Why can't he stop moving? As the rest of his senses catches up with him, he realizes something was wrong again. He sits up, getting a better look at Asougi. This nightmare was relentless, whatever it was. If this keeps happening, waking him up everytime won't fix the problem, and Asougi isn't going to tell him anything anytime soon.]

. . . [He leans closer to Asougi. What if he could see what he was dreaming? That was the thought that started to surface in his mind. There was some hesitance, this was his best friend he was trying to reach through his thoughts, entering into his privacy. He wouldn't like that at all, but watching his partner struggle helplessly like this...he shakes his head. He can't just keep watching him like this and do nothing.

He gently presses his head against Asougi's, closing his eyes. Would he even be able to do this without waking him up, let alone see anything? Dreams are just thoughts at their core right? So if he just made a normal thought connection, it should work. Asougi might feel a faint throbbing sensation as Naruhodou tries to make a connection with him.]

[ He lets out a soft moan at that, grimacing in his sleep. The connection itself isn't too difficult to make, but even then, he'll only get flashes at best.

The sea — vast, empty, he's empty, empty, bandages dangling from his neck loosely as a reminder of the patchwork that remains. Another glance back to the sea — it's a crimson red, deep, endless. There's something floating in the distance amidst the vast emptiness of the sea, the back of someone — something now, certainly — barely visible to the naked eye. He reaches out a hand and there's another brief flash, of a middle-aged man turning, smiling softly, leaning down and patting at his head, whispering words that he just can't remember, what did he say—

Asougi inhales sharply, jerking forward. ]

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