dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

Yours is too. You know that I'm not the type to throw my life away. Even...

[ Even when it was either him or his father. The suggestion was still met with a lot of resistance, but he still went through with it. It wasn't even him being cold. He would never be able to say, "if it's me or you, I'd rather it be me" to his father's face. He wouldn't mean a single word of that phrase. Family is important to Oria, despite everything they've done to him.

He grips the DS a little tighter, with his shoulder that's in contact with Sinclair tensing up. He remembers his father bleeding and how he worked so hard to staunch the blood flow so that they could wait for help to arrive. Even with the deal at Kayser Corp, Arvel only left Oria behind by himself because Oria specifically requested it. He really didn't like the idea of leaving his son behind in an obviously questionable environment.

...

Oria swallows through the tightness in his throat and pushes through with the game. He comes in third place out of 10 players, including themselves. ]

At least I'm not last!

[ He laughs a little. ]

[ Sinclair frowns, as his character rolls in at seventh]

...I can't believe I was that far behind...

[He can be a little pouty, even as he leans on Oria a little more, pressing his face against Oria's arm. Softly, in a quiet voice]

And I know. There's no point in any of this if we can't live to see any of it through. [ He swallows a little, remembering how Oria had looked when they found him. He can't promise he'll be safe and careful anymore than Oria can. But he can promise this]

... you won't ever have to make that decision again. I won't let anyone make me into a sacrifice you have to choose.

[ Oria would never have to live through that a second time.]

[ Oria quietly breathes out, puts the DS down on the bed and hugs Sinclair even if his face is into his arm.

Sinclair had seen many moments when Oria felt weak, and this is just one of them. His voice is quiet. ]

... Okay.

[ Like a lost child, accepting help from someone who could tell him that everything will be okay. ]

[ Sinclair drops his game to the side too and throws his arms around Oria, half crawling into his lap so he can cradle Oria's head gently to his shoulder. He's still hot and feverish, but he can do this much]

I'll always come back to you. Promise.

... Mm.

[ It's a lofty promise, but Oria thinks he knows the conviction behind it. He's made a few of them himself, after all. You can't guarantee nor promise something like that, but Oria can appreciate the sentiment behind it. ]

But you need to get better first. I think it's okay to lie down now, so do you wanna do that?

[ It is a lofty promise; but if they settle for something too small then it becomes meaningless and without direction. Sinclair frowns a tiny bit but nods, letting Oria move him as he likes]

Nap time...?

Yeah.

[ Oria warmly smiles at Sinclair, reaching over for the cup of water to hold out to him. ]

Nap time soon. Let's get you hydrated and I'll wipe some sweat off your body before you sleep.

Okay...

[ Sinclair nods, taking the cup of water drink. Honestly it hurts his throat to swallow, but he ignores it. He's very pliable like this]

[ Oria puts the games and cup away once Sinclair is finished drinking from it. Then he goes to grab an extra set of comfortable clothes and some wipes. ]

Alright, Emil. Here.

[ Oria tries to assist with taking Sinclair's shirt off... ]

[This is so embarrassing...yet Sinclair feels too sluggish and achey to protest it]

I could shower myself you know...

[And then ruin it by sweating with his fever, and maybe fall over but. Still. He still lets Oria take his shirt off]

Uh-huh.

[ Oria takes Sinclair's shirt off and quickly wipes him down and puts the new shirt over him. He does the same with his pants. ]

All done! Naptime.

[ Sinclair lays down, defeated and blushing. Mumble mumble]

You really took the nursing part seriously...

[aaaaaaa. But oh hey the room is spinning. He closes his eyes to stop it]

Emil, did you really think that I was going to touch you lewdly while you're sick?

[ He laughs a little and puts his hand over the eyes. Shhh. Rest time. ]

Wh--no. That's not---

[ aaaaaaaa.

His brain wasn't even there but now he's even more embarrassed. He wiggles a little at the hand over his closed eyes. Heeey.]

[ Sinclair is so cute. Oria looks over at him fondly as he settles next to him, sitting up against the headboard of the bed and strokes his hair with the hand that covered his eyes. ]

I mean, if you're into that...

Said who...?

[ Sinclair turns his head into Oria's touch, trying to process. This bullying while he's sick...]

Everything hurts. I feel gross. And I thought I was supposed to nap.

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You are! I was kidding. There's no way that I'd let you overwork yourself in this state.

[ True bullying. ]

[ Sinclair makes a sleepy aggrieved noise, even as he gets himself snug under the blankets]

You started it with weird comments...

Uh-huh.

[ Says Oria, the one who started it. He smiles at Sinclair, continuing to brush through his hair with his fingers. Would this be a head massage? He's trying to get him to be relaxed. ]

Either way, I'll keep being here beside you, unless I have to go somewhere. But I'll always come back to you.

[ It does feel like a massage and that feels like it's easing some of his headache. He closes his eyes and snuggles closer]

Mm...if you come back... then that's okay...

Yeah, so don't worry. You should rest well while you still can.

[ Before work grabs him to Seattle... He will continue the head massage until Sinclair falls asleep. ]

Being by your side is always nice. I hope you'll get well soon.

[ Sinclair makes a sleepy affirmative noise as he drifts off. Time to nap peacefully...]

[ True to his word, Oria stays on the bed by Sinclair's side. He's not the type that can sit still, so he uses his cell phone and DS, both on mute to keep himself busy.

If Sinclair shows any signs of having a nightmare, Oria will wake him. If not, he will be woke up for an early dinner around 5 PM. His coworkers have been contacted and Oria puts Sinclair's phone on silent too. Shhh. ]

[ Sinclair stirs awake at around five, bleary eyed and tired. But his fever has broken and he's just lethargic now. He had been napping in fits and starts, so he's not really well rested but he does press his face against Oria's thigh]

What time is it....?

[ Sinclair had been moving so much... Oria is a bit worried, but then Sinclair says something. He's finally awake... ]

Good morning~ It's 5 in the evening.

[ He puts down his gaming console and gently pats Sinclair's head. ]

Need another wipe down? Dinner should be coming soon.

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