QUASIPLATONICROMANTIC NOT-MESS

[chanteuser]

i'm still wheezing y'all

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[chanteuser]

You—

[ and a hand is pointing out from the blankets ]

— are also sick. No moving.

[ they have two non-poisoned people here to bully into dumping water on them? ]

[antaressnipe]

I am far less sick than you are... if necessary, I can move.

[Who bullies the doctor when the doctor's sick? No fuckin clue]

[chanteuser]

You don’t know that.

[ stop!! That!! stay where you are!! ]

[antaressnipe]

I have more body mass than you, Alex.

[... A pause as he-- y'know what, he's too tired to even question why there's a horse attached to him]

The poison takes longer to circulate in me.

[chanteuser]

You should be the one drinking more water then, shouldn’t you?

[antaressnipe]

... True.






So I should go fetch some, then.

[chanteuser]

Stop, Emet-Selch just brought a load with him.

[antaressnipe]

[it's fine, he's getting scolded in real time by that very person]

[arkitect]

You should remain where you are.

[firmly, with no patience for argument.]

[antaressnipe]

[... He puts his head back on the ground like a scolded animal]

I only meant to imply that you and Hansa need not over-exert yourselves if it isn't necessary...

[Chiron can't even tell but this is his equivalent of a divine tantrum]

[arkitect]

We will both be fine. You, however, require rest. I will not have you trip down the stairs for something I can easily do.

[antaressnipe]

... I have had trouble walking lately...

[Squinting at the ceiling in confusion, but Alex told him to stop thinking about it, so...

He's trying]

Very well. Though I do apologize for the trouble caused.

[arkitect]

Oh, stop apologizing and just get some rest.

[he's maybe slightly tense, actually-- while he settles in on the edge of the bed, he does not relax.]

[antaressnipe]

[... Yes, he can see that.

There's a moment of pause before Chiron reaches out a hand to him? As if asking for his.]

[arkitect]

[for a few moments, he just looks at it, but.

eventually, he accepts, though his hand remains gloved.]

All of you had best survive this.

[not just the people in this room.

it still feels very recent, losing a number of his people, then even more of who remained-- he doesn't wish to be one of a handful of survivors here.]

[antaressnipe]

[Honestly, Chiron prefers it remained gloved, as he presses a kiss against one of the other's knuckles and then drops his hand from his.]

... We will. If the poison had meant to kill us, it likely would have by now.

[An offered smile, though he... looks at Emet with concern all the same, and attempts to walk him through his thoughts with logic.]

Everyone needs rest, of course, but I do not think we were hit with the same amount that Shigeo was.

[arkitect]

There is time yet. We will not truly know until more has passed.

[at least enough to match the overnight period it could have taken to kill mob, if it was lethal.

he doesn't let go after the hand kiss, either, although he also does not return the gesture.]

[antaressnipe]

[Mm, as much as he wants to insist that Emet-Selch relax, they will be fine ... he knows exactly why he cannot insist, either.

That memory was not stolen from him.]

Will you remain here, until you are certain?

[Giving his hand a sight squeeze]

[arkitect]

...I will stay. Perhaps not the entire time, as I do have others I will need to speak with, but-

I will remain here when I can.

[antaressnipe]

[Another smile. If that's what he can offer, then it's enough for Chiron.

He'll likely fall asleep and only then let go of Emet's hand unless he shakes him off sooner]