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[No reply for... a while, again. Probably pushing another hour.]

hurricane: yea they got new frui t tarts for sumer

Edited 2019-07-22 07:24 (UTC)

[She knows this, since it says on the signage in front of the cafe, which she'd headed for not long after not getting an instant reply to her last text. Train's free, may as well, and that's the most she'll let herself dwell on the matter.

His notification chimes about the same time as she's walking through the cafe door, and she ignores it, looking for him instead--just a little on edge]

[He's at a table in the corner, and it looks like he's been there a while? There's an empty cup, and a tart with one (1) bite taken out of it before it got pushed away. He's kind of slumped at the table, arm stretched out across it, head pillowed on the arm.]

[He looks tired, and kind of worn down.]

[Beelines over, sitting across from him heavily enough to make significant noise. She is pretty sure her expression is properly disaffected (she hopes)]

Don't tell me you been stuffing yourself with pastries this whole time.

Huh?

[He glances up, disoriented - takes a second to focus on her, and a second after that to get a smile up into place. His voice is scratchy and, frankly, almost gone. His face is flushed, and his eyes are glassy; the processing time before he replies takes a beat or two too long.]

Hey, mangoes're limited time. Gotta get em while they're in season.

The hell's wrong with you?

[Frowns for a moment before reaching over to feel his forehead, expression much less disaffected this time]

[He's - not burning up, actually. His default body temp's too low for that.]

[But he's way, way warmer than he usually is, if she thinks to make the comparison.]

...nothing. M'just tired, is all.

[She doesn't actually come into contact with anyone for whom 98.6 is anything close to normal, so the fact that he barely feels cool at all is pretty startling]

Unless you suddenly turned un-undead again, it's something. Open up.

[Despite her tone, her hand is gentle on his chin as she checks for spots on his throat or swollen lymph nodes or...honestly she's not even sure what tonsils are, but it feels right to take a look anyway]

[No spots, but his lymph nodes are for sure swollen. When he opens up, the back of his throat looks pretty awful, too, a red so deep it's edging into purple. Probably explains why the tart is uneaten, tbh; swallowing looks like it's a bad time.]

[Purses her lips, sighing; that doesn’t look fun at all]

Definitely “nothing”... Were you gonna say something or were you just gonna wait around until the place closed?

[Paps him on the head, extra light]

Figured hanging out wasn't hurting nothing?

[He starts to talk again, but the words rasp and catch, and he dissolves into an ugly coughing fit. It takes him a few minutes before he can get it under control, grimacing, and continue.]

I was gonna head out, but I kinda got lazy.

'Course not, being a human biohazard never hurt nobody.

[Fetches him a glass of water, pressing it into his hand; rubs his back a little]

You drive out here or took the train?

[He sips at the water, gingerly - grimaces again, when he swallows.]

Drove out.

C'mon, then, while you still can; you're gonna be pissed if I leave your leg behind 'cause it's too heavy.

[Holds out her hand for the keys, the other steady at his back]

Dorm work? Or the hideout better?

[Hands her the keys, and considers going back to the dorm, for a beat or two.]

.....hideout, probly.

[Notices, but...well. She gets to her feet, and waits to see if he can do the same]

[Gets up, but it takes some doing; he kind of sways a little, when he gets there.]

[Sticks beside him, arm around his back; walks him out to the bike]

C'mon. All those blankets in the hideout'll finally come in handy.

[Goes easy enough, though he probably wouldn't be walking quite straight if she wasn't there to keep him stead.]

Man, I hope so. I'm freezing.

You're always freezing.

[Not usually in 30-degree weather, mind you, but she keeps up the banter anyway. She mounts the bike, pats the seat behind her]

Think you can hold on 'til we get back?

I got a sore throat, not the plague or nothing.

[Climbs up behind her.]

I can handle a quick bike trip.

Alright. I gotta run by the dorm though; there anything you want me to pick up?

[She hunt-pecks a few things into her phone]

Naw, I'm good.

Just wanna take it easy for a little.

That part's a given.

[Finally finished, she stuffs the phone back into her pocket and stands the bike, turning it on and warming up the motor a bit]

Hold on, 'kay?

Edited 2019-07-23 16:53 (UTC)

[Holds on, and settles in for the ride. A little ways in, he just kind of. Leans forward and rests his forehead against her back, like keeping upright is too much effort.]

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