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[captainkink]

[for my into darkness needs]

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[trickor]

[has gone bone-white, staring at him]

[captainkink]

[fuck this shit. Moving to the side to get out of bed. His body trembles, but he manages to plant his legs on the ground and manage a few steps, shaking]

[trickor]

[gets to his feet, crossing the distance swiftly to take his weight]

What manner of idiocy are you attempting now?

[captainkink]

[breathing heavily]

I should fucking punch you. But I'll settle for reaching out to you. Don't you dare throw that away.

[trickor]

[still holding him up, an arm wrapped around his waist]

I do not think you'd be capable of landing a solid punch at the moment.

[captainkink]

Try me, fucker.

[trickor]

I would have gutted anyone else for the insolence you show.

[captainkink]

You might still get your chance.

[trickor]

After the effort I've put into ascertaining your eventual full recovery? A waste that would be.

[captainkink]

Also true.

It's less fun to gut someone when they're down.

[his legs are buckling now though]

[trickor]

[herds him back into bed :T]

Foolish man.

[captainkink]

Shut up, I was making a point.

[trickor]

You used what precious little strength you've regained for a needless purpose.

[sits him down, and pushes his pillow onto his face]

[captainkink]

It wasn't--wasn't needless.

[trickor]

[don't want to hear it TALKING OVER JIM]

And now you are likely hungry again... Have you a need to visit the restroom, perhaps? Though you've not had much in terms of liquid. I should get you some water.

[captainkink]

Don't you fucking ignore what I just said.

[trickor]

I'm sorry, were you saying something?

[captainkink]

You motherfucking--[trying to get up again to reach him]

[trickor]

[holds him down with a few fingertips against his chest]

Language.

[captainkink]

You just like being on top of me.

[trickor]

I am most emphatically not on top of you at the moment. It would be quite counterproductive to my constant, if apparently ignored, urging for you to rest.

[captainkink]

[ugh. He lies back down]

[trickor]

Better.

[captainkink]

Yeah, yeah.

[trickor]

[after a beat, quiet]

It is not in my nature to wait at bedsides. There are only two, after all, and the second son is not so welcomed as the first.