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[fabling]

[ He's dazed though, when it stops, and by the end there are probably bubbles floating in the air around them, though strangely enough... they aren't circular this time but shaped more like hearts? He hasn't noticed them yet, of course, he's too busy staring at Shuichi. ]

H...Huh?

[truthstranger]

[ Seeing the heart bubbles causes such a swell of affection in his chest that the air behind him suddenly sparkles and glints, somehow refracting rainbows in places, and it takes him a moment to actually respond. ]

Um... Is it better now?

[fabling]

Mmm... It feels it.

[ He can't tell anymore anyway when he's worked up over other things. ]

[truthstranger]

Good.

[ He drops their joined hands down to his lap, fingers still running lightly over the edges of the bandages. ]

[fabling]

[ His eyes flutter a little, stuttering between open and shut as he doesn't say anything else to that. The cuts are still sore of course, but it's fine. It's still soothing in a way. It isn't helping his sleepiness though. ]

[truthstranger]

[ He just lets the warm happy feeling settle for a while, but eventually, it becomes obvious how much Ouma's eyes are fluttering. ]

...It seems like you've had a long day... Do you want to stay and sleep?

[fabling]

[ He bites his lip and really he should sleep but-- Shuichi will probably be mad with him later if he doesn't bring it up. ]

Saihara-chan... I'm. [ A pause. ] Really hungry, actually.

[ In any other moment this could have been a hint, but no... just please give him some bread or something. ]

[truthstranger]

Ah! I'll get you something to eat first, then.

[ He finally lets go of his hands and stands back up. ]

I can make some eggs...?

[ Eat some protein please ]

[fabling]

That's fine. [ Then softer: ] Thanks, Saihara-chan.

[ While Shuichi stands up to walk towards the kitchen, he slumps over slowly... a bit like jelly to sprawl out on Shuichi's bed. ] If I fall asleep, wake me up, okay?

[truthstranger]

Mm, I'll wake you up when it's ready.

[ Said quietly, and he goes off to the kitchen, to cook him like three eggs and some toast. ]

[fabling]

[ He doesn't even manage to last until Shuichi leaves the room before he's dozing off. He doesn't have much energy as it is right now with how Verati was. Add in all the emotional mix of today he and it's a miracle he made it through all of this. ]

[truthstranger]

[ It doesn't actually take that long to cook eggs and toast, and he does feel a little bad waking Ouma up when he's clearly so immediately asleep. But he should probably eat, and eat while it's warm.

He touches his back lightly. ]

Ouma-kun.

[fabling]

[ It's fine this time, simply because the smell of food also has his eyes open to twist over, push himself up and rub his eyes with the back of his hands. ]

Saihara-chan, are you going to feed me?

[ Give him an inch and he'll take a mile ig ]

[truthstranger]

Ah... I can, but it's eggs on toast, so it might make a bit of a mess. At the very least, let's not get crumbs in the bed.

[fabling]

[ He lifts his hands up though to prove a point. ]

At least cut it up for me, then.

[truthstranger]

Ah... right, sorry. Maybe using a fork would be better after all... One minute.

[ He heads back to the kitchen, and when he comes back with the plate again, the eggs have been moved next to the toast and the toast has been cut into bite-sized pieces. There is also a fork.

He doesn't immediately offer the plate to Ouma, though, instead sitting back down next to him and holding the plate himself. ]

Um, I could feed you like this, but it won't really be the same... I can make a better food for that next time.

[fabling]

Mm? [ He blinks as Shuichi gets up to leave, but it's actually something that makes him smile that he's gone through the effort for it. ]

Next time, huh?

[ He wiggles closer then, tapping the plate. ] Lift it up. [ He's hinting that he wants to lean back against him while eating. ]

[truthstranger]

Ah, okay...

[ He lifts the plate out of the way. ]

Yeah, next time. I can get some fruit or something.

[fabling]

[ With the plate clear of being knocked over he shifts while trying to avoid leaning on his hands, moving until he's pretty much on Shuichi's lap with his back to him. He sinks down until he's tucked under his chin, draws his knees up and finally reaches for the plate. ]

That sounds nice, Saihara-chan.

[truthstranger]

[ Shuichi feels warm, but once he hands the plate over he settles his arms loosely around Ouma's waist. It's a strange sensation to feel like he's allowed to do this now, like it's not pushing boundaries in some undefinable way that might explode on him at any moment.

...Okay, he still feels a little like it might explode on him at any moment, but it's down at the back of his mind now. ]

Then I'll plan for it. Get some food in you.

[fabling]

[ It is a lot warmer like this, though that might be an emotional effect as well. His head nuzzles under his chin a bit, more comfortable now he doesn't have to face him too. Besides, he's already scooping up the eggs and toast to eat, trying his best to not spill it while also trying to keep his hands in better positions now. ]

Does it worry you...?

[ He spoke to Hizumi about this before actually -- and he'd said Shuichi hadn't probably noticed how he ate, but maybe he did and... that will make him a bit more conscious of it too. Hopefully. ]

[truthstranger]

[ Honestly he had not noticed, but given how bad Ouma is at taking care of himself in other ways, he would believe this isn't a singular occurrence, especially if he's asking if he's worried. ]

Mm, I'm always going to be worried if you're running yourself ragged.

[fabling]

[ He's really not very good at it. Ah. ]

I guess Saihara-chan will just have to take care of me, then. [ He half sings it out, putting more of the eggs and toast into his mouth after. ]

[truthstranger]

Should I make you bento lunches?

[ He tries to say it like he's joking, but it comes out more sincere than not. ]

[fabling]

Only if you're going to leave work to eat them with me.

[ He shifts a little to peer up at him, the smile on his face is definitely teasing, but his tone of voice is actually edging towards being serious.

At least he's making his way through the food now, probably about half way through. ]