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“Dude, it feels like Satan’s ass in here.” Sam turns on the fan, then is met with a whiny complaint from the dark-haired man across the room.
“Turn it off!!” Sebastian hisses, and buries himself deeper into his nest of blankets with a groan.
“Alright, alright,” Sam says, putting his hands up and turning off the fan. “What’s your problem? It’s freakin’ hot in here and you’re covered in blankets..” Sam patters over, had he already rid himself of his shoes at the front door.
Of course Robin would make him take them off at the door.. she probably thought they had some hangout planned, and didn’t bother asking him.. Sebastian internally groans at his Mom’s kindness towards the town-dumbass.. She seems to be the only adult to actually like him. But.. nonetheless, she knows how much the two compliment each other.. Yin and Yang.. Sun and Moon. She knew.
“I’m fucking sick. I’m gonna die.” Sebastian responds, his nose obviously stuffed. Sam can smell the sinus infection from here. He turns over, digging his face into the mattress.
“Ew.. You sound disgusting.” Sam looks around the room, his first instinct to grab a bottle of water and make Sebastian drink some. “Do you need anything?” Sebastian grunts and shakes his head.
He walks over, and peels a blanket off Sebastian. Sam urges him to turn over to feel his forehead.
“You definitely have a fever. Hold on, let me get you some water and pills.” He departs with the stinky, hot basement and heads up the stairs to the kitchen, eager to help his best-friend. It always came to him naturally.
Robin turns from the counter, smiling at Sam. “Hey, Samson. What’s up?”
Sam tries not to cringe at the name, and opens their fridge. “Do you have any pain meds or like.. stuff for sinuses?” He shuffles around, looking for water. All he’s met with is some jars full of strange liquids, probably some of Maru’s weird experiments.. and some soda.
“What do you need that for?” She asks, with a small chuckle. “Let me look.. And sorry for the lack of food. We wanted to go shopping this week but Demetrius had some kind of trip planned in Zuzu City.. There’s some frozen pizzas though if you’d like that.” Robin reaches up into a cabinet, shuffling through bandages, pills, and some other medical supplies. She grabs a small white bottle, and hands it to Sam. “Here.. Should be Ibuprofen..”
Sam takes the bottle, and nods.
“Thanks.. I appreciate it.” He grabs a glass and fills it with water, and walks off to Sebastian’s room.
He opens the door, and finds Sebastian, starfished out on his bed, all the blankets thrown off of him.
“Are you hot now?” Sam giggles, and walks over. “Take these..” He holds the pills out in his palm, and gestures for Seb to take them.
“Mmn…” Sebastian groans, and shakes his head. “I hate pills…” she rolls over, and continues to groan.
“Take them.” Sam sets the water down on his nightstand, and rolls Sebastian over. “C’mon, you’ll feel better. I know you have a migraine.” He sits Sebastian up, and gives him the glass of water.
“Pills never work anyway..” He takes a gulp of water, and tosses the pills in his mouth, grimacing at the feeling.
“Yes they do.. You just don’t notice.” Sam takes the glass out of his hand, and places it back on the nightstand. “When’d you start feeling bad?” Sam picks up some dirty clothes off the floor, and puts them in a basket.
“Last night..” Sebastian grumbles, and lays back and covers himself again in blankets.
“How’d you even get sick? You don’t go outside…” Sam folds a pair of boxers, and shoves them in his dresser.
“I go outside every day, idiot.” Sebastian groans, and rolls over in bed, facing Sam. “And can you stop touching my stuff?”
“It’s dirty laundry, Seb, I’m doing you a favor.” He throws another pair of boxers into a dirty clothes basket. “You should be grateful that I’m doing this in the first place.” He grins, and throws a pair of boxers into the basket.
Sebastian grunts and watches Sam clean up his room. Sam is awful at taking care of himself, but when it comes to others, he’s like a mother.
“Sam..” Sebastian grumbles. “Why are you here, anyway?” He watches Sam pick up an ashtray and sniff it. He raises an eyebrow but puts it back down.
“Just wanted to see you. Been bored at home.” He folds a blanket and lays it over the couch, and plops down onto it. “Why, you want me to leave?” He pulls out his DS, signaling he won’t be leaving for a while.
“Ugh.” Sebastian buries his face in his blankets.
After a while of Sam grumbling at his DS and Sebastian’s coughing, Sam gets up and walks over to Sebastian, and sees that he’s peacefully sleeping. He smiles, and brushes some hair out of Sebastian’s face. “You’re so cute, dude.” He mumbles, when Sebastian slowly opens his eyes. He grabs Sam’s wrist and mumbles. “Don’t leave.” He snuggles back into his pillow, still holding onto his wrist.
“I thought you wanted me to leave.” Sam chuckled, and held his face. “I won’t leave until you tell me to.” He smiles and admires Sebastian’s face. “You’re gonna get me sick, y’know?”
“Mm.. it’s fine.” Sebastian mumbles, and reaches for Sam, tugging on his shirt.
“You want me to lay with you? Dude.. I’m gonna get sick.” He chuckles, and slides off his jean-jacket, and gets into bed with Seb. “There.”
Sebastian nuzzles into his chest, and starts snoring.
Sam laughs, and pats his back. “I love you, Seb.” He whispers, and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep with a sleepy Sebby in his arms.