THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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[dissimulative]

I wouldn't say it's my imagination, but you're still a bit cold otherwise.

[ Sinclair clings onto him more than Oria expected. He... doesn't hate this, actually. He continues to gently rub his back. ]

So I'll keep warming you up.

[insinning]

[Sinclair nods a little, letting the cadence of Oria's breathing settle his own heart. It's nice that Oria is letting him cling so much.]

Your warmth is nice...

[Even if Sinclair is both hot and cold. It's a pain]

[dissimulative]

Right? I like yours too. You feel like a fire in a cozy fireplace sometimes.

[ Oria kisses the side of Sinclair's head. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair hums with tired laughter, resting a hand against Oria's chest. Warm. Steady. He could feel Oria's heart beat like this]

Do I? That's good...not too warm I hope.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria's heart beats steady—a little slower than average, but it's steady. Sinclair should know that this is normal. ]

Very cozy and comfortable. If I could, I would hug you all day.

[insinning]

[It's comforting; just that slightest bit off from the norm that reassures Sinclair this is real]

Mm? I'd like that. Even if it makes me sound like an oversized teddy bear.

[dissimulative]

You don't have to be a teddy bear for me to hug you all day. In fact, being Emil will be just fine. I'd rather hug you than a teddy bear anytime and anyday.

[ He laughs a little. ]

Because you're warm, real, and the one I love.

[insinning]

[ Ah. Aaaaaaaaah. That sure is his temperature going up from how much he's blushing.

And Oria calls him the sappy one. Sinclair tucks himself a little closer to Oria, if that's even possible, winding his arms back around him]

... that's good. Because I only want to hold you like this too.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria wonders if the distractions make Sinclair feel better. Even though Oria did all that with it in mind, he still meant his words. ]

Hehe, you're getting warm. Do you feel it too?

[insinning]

[It's hard to let his mind linger on that nightmare that bled together reality and fiction seamlessly. His heart aches for many reasons but this...this helps]

Mm...a little.

[dissimulative]

Only a little?

[ He leans in to give Sinclait many small kisses all over his face. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair laughs, soft and bubbly]

Mn..a lot--

[dissimulative]

[ Oria laughs a little and nuzzles the side of Sinclair's face. ]

Good! I'll always be here for you.

[insinning]

[Sinclair hums with contentment, his brain too fuzzy and heavy to do much more than that]

Mm. I love you...

[dissimulative]

I love you too.

[ Oria's gradually reaching his limit. It's really not a bother as he said, but he can't hold on for that much longer. ]

Do you feel better...?

[insinning]

Mm...I do. Go back to sleep.

[He hadn't realised his dreams could be so disturbing to other people. But he feels calmer now, more settled, even if his head is fuzzy and it's now too hot and cold at the same time]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria runs his fingers through Sinclair's hair in a soothing gesture to help him fall asleep. ]

Mm... sweet dreams.

[ And he falls asleep. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair listens to Oria's breathing for a little longer, letting himself drift off. His dreams this time are a lot less painful; just dreams of being shrunk down to a minature size and being carried around by Oria despite his protests.

When Oria wakes up, Sinclair is curled up beside him, his temperature higher than before, mumbling to himself and refusing to get up.]

[dissimulative]

[ What a nightmare on its own... When Oria wakes, he smiles when he sees Sinclair (blurred yellow ball) beside him. He's really warm, which concerns him again, but at least he seems to be dreaming peacefully. It's good to be unaware sometimes. ]

Emil... you're warm.

[ This probably sounds heartwarming considering last night, but. ]

Like, seriously. You're too warm. Want me to call a doctor up here? There's one in the house.

[insinning]

[Sinclair squirms a little, and reaches for the blankets to drag over his head. Huh? Oh. He's normal sized now...]

It's cold...

[Sinclair whines a little, shivering. His voice sounds a bit hoarse too]

[dissimulative]

... You might be sick.

[ So, yup. He reaches for his cell phone to call the doctor up to his room. It doesn't take long for the doctor to get there, knocking before coming inside.

"Emil Sinclair, right? Let me have a moment of your time to get some vitals real quick, okay?"

He does not waste time. Oria sits on the bed and is willingly to assist if Sinclair suddenly flops over or something. ]

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[ Sinclair's temperature is sitting up around 104.5, but he's a pliable patient, opening his mouth to show his now swollen throat. Sinclair looks miserable and very much like he wants to flop back over in bed]

Everything's sore...

[ He's sulky. Was it the short time he spent with those kidnappers? His body finally deciding that since he stopped holding back his feelings , it was time to collapse??]

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[ After some simple examinations that can be done while the patient is on the bed...

"Ohh, dear. Looks like his immune system has worn out. I'll prescribe some medicine, but it needs to be taken with meals. Anything else, I'll pass onto the necessary people." ]

So, what you're saying is that I should nurse him back to he--

[ "Hell? Maybe if it's you, Oria." ]

Shut the fuck up, smartass doc.

[ The doctor laughs a little.

"But really. He'll need a lot of rest. Would you like us to contact your company, Sinclair? You've been staying here for many days, but I think they would appreciate knowing your status." ]

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[Sinclair squints a little, trying to work out why his company would be needed to be contacted. But he nods, burrowing deeper into the blankets once the examination is done and gives a small nod]

Ok. That'd be good...

[In case he needed to be called back early]

[dissimulative]

[ The doctor smiles at them both, nods, and is now on his way out of the room to get all that settled. Oria huffs and goes to sit next to Sinclair again. ]

I'm glad that if this was inevitable, you got sick now instead of during work or something.