"Why do I like you again," he remarked dryly, but he didn't mean it in the least. Of course they both looked like hell. Maybe, just maybe they were slowly gathering the energy to do something about it for once. God knew they needed to. "You're breathing a bit better. Doesn't sound like you're lung is about to deflate like a party balloon anymore at least."
He made a sound between pleasure and pain at the ruffling. His hair hurt. How in the hell did even his hair manage to hurt? It was definitely his scalp, but he was going to think of it as his hair. He hugged Reyes' hip for comfort, nodding as he rested a cheek on Gabe's belly, still trying to find comfortable ways to shift his head where the sutures didn't press.
"When the time comes, you get food and I'll get water. I can handle that simple job, I think." He might even be successful at not spilling it again too.
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Date: 2019-06-11 01:33 am (UTC)He made a sound between pleasure and pain at the ruffling. His hair hurt. How in the hell did even his hair manage to hurt? It was definitely his scalp, but he was going to think of it as his hair. He hugged Reyes' hip for comfort, nodding as he rested a cheek on Gabe's belly, still trying to find comfortable ways to shift his head where the sutures didn't press.
"When the time comes, you get food and I'll get water. I can handle that simple job, I think." He might even be successful at not spilling it again too.