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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[littletonoidea]

His throat hurts. His head hurts. His everything hurts and he just wants to have a nap.

He gives a big dramatic groan and lets himself flop into Jedao's lap.

"Can you keep petting me?" he whimpers, completely pathetic and Sad.

[deuceoftears]

"As long as you want," Jedao promises, curling over to drop a shy, tiny kiss on Eiffel's temple before stroking his hair again.

[littletonoidea]

His hand finds Jedao's knee to gives him a squeeze and a soft smile, and he lets the soft patting lull him into a nice, easy doze.

[deuceoftears]

Jedao tries to have faith in that brief, aborted, vehement denial. Really, it's easier to just shunt his worries to one side. Eiffel asked for comfort, in a way Jedao very much enjoys giving it, and he's not going to let himself ruin it by fretting. He doesn't doze but he zones out, or at least zones away, back into the meditative world of repetition and sensation, until a shift under his hands brings him back to a keener moment-to-moment awareness.

"How do you feel about taking some of the aspirin now?" Jedao asks a while later, after Eiffel's breathing changes again, drifting back towards wakefulness.

[littletonoidea]

Well, he doesn't feel worse after a nap. Definitely more dehydrated, and when he tries to speak all that comes out is a claggy sort of croak, before he makes an attempt to clear it.

And then just sits up on one elbow so he can take the bottle of water back and knocks half of it back to clear his throat.

"Where's the Tylenol?" He's still hoarse, but understandable now!

[deuceoftears]

Jedao leans over to swipe the pill bottle from where Gonou left it and pass it over.

"Here."

[littletonoidea]

He takes the bottle with a quiet "Thanks," fumbles the cap off, and with clearly practised ease, shakes a few into his palm and throws them all back in one hit, before he grabs his water to wash them down.

"I'm gonna feel like garbage for like, a couple of days," he warns Jedao. "Haven't gotten that plastered since before I was on the Hephaestus."

[deuceoftears]

"You want to go collapse on your own bed? And I'll bring you bacon later?"

He has not forgotten the reaction he got for that before.

[littletonoidea]

And it works two for two: Eiffel practically gives him heart eyes over it, when he looks at him with a warm smile.

"Please and thank you, and have I mentioned lately you're goddamn wonderful?"

[deuceoftears]

Jedao flushes a little - relief as much as anything inflating the impact of the compliment.

"It's been a little while," Jedao allows, faux-demure.

[littletonoidea]

"You're the beeeest," he hums, flopping into Jedao's side again for a few seconds.

When he gets up he'll take the aspirin and bottles with him, and despite still being a bit unsteady and pale he certainly looks like he's got it handled. And he gives Jedao a little ruffle to his hair as well.

"Promise we'll talk about it later? I don't wanna leave you hanging like that."

[deuceoftears]

His soft smile as he leans into the hair ruffle is as warm as always.

Then Jedao raises an eyebrow.

"You're the one who runs away when we talk about it," he points out mildly. "Whenever you're ready to talk, we'll talk."

He leans in and brushes a barely-there kiss of sound and air against Eiffel's cheek, pulling back to regard him with an equally warm but more roguish smile.

"Don't worry too much about me. After I walk you home I'm going to plow Gonou through the mattress, probably."