I will not listen, no. I have procured the necessities, I will be with you shortly. If you are thirsty, please drink water. Do not try to do too much, I will use your spare key to get in.
[ Lan Zhan hates the fact that Wei Ying's first instinct with any kind of hurt is to hide it. He is a human, he is allowed to be fallible. He can always tell when it's serious, Wei Ying's tell is that he tries to through people off through flippancy and then sincerity by turns. Hoping they won't notice him not saying anything about himself.
He reaches the apartment quickly, the small corner store had everything he didn't already posses so he has a bag full of cough medicine, cold medicine, soup, vitamins, oranges and a new thermometer.
He came prepared in case Wei Ying has nothing, which is more likely than not. When he gets to the front door, he reaches up to the door frame where the key is perched (lamenting the lack of security the entire time,) and lets himself in.
He takes off his shoes, puts the bag in the kitchen, removes the thermometer and flips on the kettle before following the sounds of sniffling. ]
Wei Ying. I am here. How are you feeling? Please open your mouth for the thermometer.
[He doesn't hear Lan Zhan come in through the pounding in his head and curled in his blanket as he is. Only when his voice enters the room does Wei Ying blink his eyes open, hazy gaze landing on him. His phone is still clutched in one hand though it's clear he'd dozed off the moment they stopped texting.
In person, it is much more difficult to hide his actual state and as is probably not that surprising, he's considerably worse off than he'd suggested. His cheeks are flushed red with fever though the rest of him is pale, and his eyes are glossy and blinking rapidly, as though he's having a hard time focusing.]
Lan Zhan? [His voice sounds rough and he flinches at the sound of it, clearing his throat as he pushes himself up into a seated position, one hand steadying himself against the bed frame as he goes. He doesn't open his mouth for the thermometer, instead fixing him with a vaguely confused gaze.]
You can just...leave everything. You shouldn't...I'll get you sick.
[ As the man in bed reassembles himself into wakefulness, Lan Zhan takes stock of Wei Ying's appearance. Allergies his foot. His skin is pale and sweaty, the closer he gets the more tired he appears and Lan Zhan's concern mounts.
He sits on bed, eyes flicking across Wei Ying's face. ]
I will not. You need someone to take care of you. I have a strong immune system.
[ The rasp in Wei Ying's speech sounds painful and he is glad he brought honey. As Wei Ying opens his mouth to protest further, Lan Zhan sticks the thermometer under his tongue. ]
Hold it in place, gently.
[ He waits until Wei Ying has grasped it, then ignoring any garbled protests, he strides back into the kitchen where the kettles has just boiled. He washes and then sets out a mug and a glass; he puts a sweet fruit teabag in the mug with honey and pours the hot water in while putting cold water in the glass. Knowing Wei Ying does not possess a tray, he puts the pills in his pocket, puts a damp cloth over one wrist, grabs the drinks and takes it back to the bedroom.
He's just in time to hear the beep of the thermometer as he puts everything on the beside table. Lan Zhan takes the thermometer out of Wei Ying's mouth and hands him the water. ]
You have a fever.
[ Lan Zhan pops two pills out of the packet and holds them out. ]
[Wei Ying sighs and then coughs into a fist, waiting until the coughing fit has died down to take the pills from Lan Zhan and dry swallow them. After a moment where he waits to be sure he won't start coughing again, he takes a few tentative sips of the tea before replacing it on the nightstand.
He opens his mouth to reply, then stops to sigh and shrug.] A little.
[Then, lifting his eyes to meet Lan Zhan's, he asks, voice small and tentative.] Are you really going to stay?
[He should be discouraging it of course, but he doesn't have any energy to argue, and anyway, it's a difficult argument to make when he doesn't actually want Lan Zhan to go. It's selfish to want him here now when he's gross and probably contagious, but he's tired and not feeling well, and Lan Zhan's company is pretty much the best thing in the whole world.]
Wei Ying looks miserable, sweaty and shivering as he dry coughs. Lan Zhan’s heart aches a little. He knows it’s not life threatening, but it will be uncomfortable and miserable alone.
I am.
He takes the damp cloth from the side and uses an edge to wipe Wei Ying’s forehead free of sweat. He doesn’t know when Wei Ying last washed so he continues across sharp cheekbones, leaning forward so he can focus more on the cloth than the biggest sad eyes he has ever seen.
I want to help you. Lan Zhan murmurs as he uses his other hand to hold Wei Ying still by the chin. It is not a hard ship for me to do so.
[The soothing cloth across his face is a balm and his eyes flutter closed of their own accord, a relieved sigh escaping his lips. He's been feeling under the weather for days now, though he'd been hoping it would pass without truly settling in. Instead, yesterday morning he'd woken in a fog, vision spinning and head heavy with impending fever. He didn't have student teaching that day thankfully, but he'd dutifully poured over his thesis for several hours and completed editing several student papers for his side job.
By the time the afternoon rolled around, the fever had set in and he was being plagued by the beginnings of a cough. He doesn't actually remember much of what happened after that. At some point he'd crawled into bed early and just stayed there. He doesn't think he had dinner. Definitely didn't have breakfast. He isn't exactly hungry though. Mostly he wants to lie down and fade into any kind of peaceful oblivion that will ease the throbbing behind his eyes.
A gentle hand on his chin pulls him back to the present and his eyes slip back open as he instinctively leans into the comforting hold.]
You're too good to me, Lan Zhan. [And then] That feels nice.
[ Lan Zhan is upset with himself that he did not notice sooner, he had considered himself somewhat of an expert in Wei Ying but somehow he had managed to hide this. Until he physically could not any longer.
When Wei Ying leans into the touch, Lan Zhan feels a little of his composure crumble away; a small concerned frown between his eyebrows and a downturned mouth. Wei Ying is tactile, yes, but does not wish to ever appear vulnerable. That move was both. ]
Not too good.
[ He says, finished wiping the sweat from his brow. He puts the cloth to one side and then brings the other hand to cradle Wei Ying's face, feeling how warm he is to the touch. Lan Zhan then lets go with one hand and brings the cup of steaming liquid to his lips so that he can drink it. ]
You must keep drinking fluids, it will help.
[ He would make him eat, but he doesn't want to risk upsetting his stomach and making him feel worse. ]
[Eyes fluttering back open, he offers Lan Zhan a hazy gaze, brow furrowed as he tries to understand just what that comment meant. He's distracted quickly after though by the tea at his lips and he takes a dutiful sip, groaning softly at the feeling of the hot liquid hitting the back of his raw throat. He takes several more sips, grateful for Lan Zhan supporting his chin because his entire body feels heavy right now and he isn't sure he could drink properly without the support.
After a couple more sips, he sighs and turns away, allowing his side to rest against Lan Zhan's, forehead coming to rest against his shoulder.]
Sorry, sorry...just...just gonna rest here for a moment, if that's okay.
[He frowns then even if Lan Zhan can't see it.]
...I really am gonna get you sick like this. [He pulls back quickly, flinching when the quick movement sets his head spinning and then again when he hits the headboard of his bed with a little too much force. At least he's still upright though, and no longer getting his germs all over Lan Zhan.]
[ The patch of shoulder that had been pressed to Wei Ying was cold, his fever warm body already burning but it was a known side affect of any body part that came in contact with him. Lan Zhan has to fight to not immediately pull Wei Ying back as he moves, but at the thud of his body hitting the headboard he cannot restrain himself, hand creeping up to rest on Wei Ying's sweaty nape. ]
More than okay.
[ Lan Zhan murmurs, eyes flicking across Wei Ying's scrunched face. He uses the hand as his neck to ever so gently tug him back forwards again, so his head rests on the should he vacated so abruptly. Lan Zhan is not telling the whole truth when he speaks next, but he is not lying either. ]
Needed to get to the back of your neck. Keep your body cool.
[ He loops the other arm around Wei Ying's shoulder as the hand on his neck scoops up the hair that has clearly not seen a shower in a couple days. He uses the now less damp cool cloth, laying it across the back and letting it absorb all the moisture that had been trapped under there. ]
I am very healthy. It will take a lot to make me sick.
[ A direct exchange of fluids would do it, but they are as unlikely to kiss now that Wei Ying is ill as they ever were, so it's a non-concern. This position also means that Wei Ying can breathe more easily, fluid in his lungs settling down and his breath going from raspy to only wheezing. ]
[Wei Ying doesn't bother to put up a fight, even if he isn't sure he believes that he won't get him sick. It feels too nice to resist and he slumps into Lan Zhan's hold, the newly gathered tension immediately fading away. As much as he's slept, his sleep has been fitful, often waking disoriented or in a coughing fit. He'd tried sleeping sitting up, but the angle against his headboard had been uncomfortable even with a pillow shoved up against it.
Here, half sitting up but supported by Lan Zhan's arms, he finally feels like he can breathe and rest at the same time. A sigh or relief passes through his lips and he nuzzles instinctively into Lan Zhan's hold.]
'm so gross Lan Zhan. You don't have to touch me. My hair is...[He wrinkles his nose.]
[ Lan Zhan smiles where Wei Ying cannot see. His relaxing body slumps like a a chocolate bar on a hot pavement, giving Lan Zhan ample excuse for this strange half hug he is enjoying. ]
When the medicines have started working, I can help you wash your hair.
[ He offers, he knows sometimes feeling gross is as much about cleanliness as actual health. It wouldn't be a hardship, while Wei Ying is so visibly under the weather Lan Zhan isn't even tempted by the thought of his naked body. ]
[Wei Ying lets out a soft happy sound at the suggestion, already looking forward to the hot water and feeling of being clean. That's as far as his thoughts allow him to get on the idea, far too enamored with it to think of any of the logistics just yet.
At the question, a whine emerges from his throat and he burrows even further into Lan Zhan's comfortable arms.]
All I've been doing is sleeping...[Even if he is in fact, still tired.]
[ He cannot resist gently stroking the back of Wei Ying's hair as he snuffles closer. It is the cutest thing Lan Zhan has ever heard, including his own rabbits. ]
You need the energy to get better. If you do not want to sleep just yet I will keep you company.
[ He removes the cloth and thinks a moment. Then he takes Wei Ying by the shoulders and gently tips him back for a moment.]
Hold on. I am only rearranging.
[ Lan Zhan carefully holds Wei Ying upright as he stands, then sidles around the edge of the bed and sits at the head of it. With a look of focus akin to a man doing neurosurgery he slides a leg behind Wei Ying until he is sat in the 'v' of Lan Zhan's legs.
Once settles against the headboard, he pulls Wei Ying back to rest on his chest.]
Now we are both comfortable, and you can still breathe easily.
[ Lan Zhan knows this is a risk, but if it works then it is worth it. ]
[After letting out another soft whine at the separation, he happily melts into Lan Zhan's arms, tilting his head back to smile hazily up at Lan Zhan through his fringe.]
I like this. We should do this all the time. [With a contented sigh, he reaches for Lan Zhan's arms and pulls them around him like a seat belt, patting them once and then reaching to lazily tug one of the blankets up and over them both.]
Lan Zhan, you're the best. Did you know that? How am I supposed to rest when you're sitting there all...[He lifts a hand in a vague gesture but since his hand is under the blanket, it isn't much of an explanation. Unaware of his totally incomprehensible explanation, he loses the train of conversation as he makes himself more comfortable, turning slightly so that he can rest his cheek against Lan Zhan's chest. It is the most comfortable he has been in...in a long time. Way before he was sick. In Lan Zhan's arms he feels safe and warm and all things cozy and good.]
[ The little whine undoes him. Internally he is bright red and cooing over how cute Wei Ying is, externally he is the same as ever with slightly flushed ears. He clears his throat before agreeing. ]
Mn.
[ He does like this, Wei Ying safe in his arms, happy to be there. But he is also aware that he enjoys it too much. It does not mean for Wei Ying what it means for him and a small part of him shrieks a warning whenever he gets this close, but for today he has stamped it out. Silenced it. Making Wei Ying feel better is his top priority and he will not let his own brain distract him from that. ]
We can do this whenever you wish.
[ Lan Zhan does not lie. He would let Wei Ying do this anytime, anywhere. In the middle of his classes, late at night on his couch or even in front of his uncle at his monthly family dinner. He would not care. He realises that Wei Ying has continued talking, but fortunately mostly nothing that required an actual response. ]
I am not the best, but I appreciate the thought. I am doing what anyone should do when someone they are close to is very sick.
[ At least, he hopes he is. He doesn't exactly have many friends and Wei Ying is, lets be frank; a class of his own. Wei Ying nuzzles into his chest and Lan Zhan reflexively tightens his grip, hands coming up from where Wei Ying had draped them to stroking down his back and one treacherous hand even creeps up to cup Wei Ying's jaw and play with the little baby hairs at his temple. ]
You are my favourite, too.
[ He rumbles quietly, stroking the soft pyjamas Wei Ying fell into yesterday and hasn't had the chance to wash. He is planning that once Wei Ying naps, he can chase him into the shower, lay out some clean clothes of Lan Zhan's that may fit and then help wash his hair until he felt hungry enough to try eating. ]
[Lan Zhan doesn't have to wait long because even as Wei Ying is murmuring a nonsensical response, the soft glide of fingers along his back and tracing across his jaw are soothing him to sleep. He continues to mumble for a minute after his eyes close, but soon enough even those give way to the occasional sleepy sigh. Not five minutes later he is completely out.
He nestles himself into Lan Zhan's arms, breath coming easily and sleeping restfully for the first time in several days. (Longer, honestly, if he counts his usual struggles with insomnia.) For more than an hour and a half he sleeps soundly without stirring once, content and warm in Lan Zhan's arms.
Only after a long while has passed does he begin to shift, his eyes fluttering open to blink up at Lan Zhan in muted surprise. It takes him a moment to realize that Lan Zhan really had come over, it hadn't been just a dream. He yawns, shoving his face into Lan Zhan's chest and then pulling back far enough to begin to sit up. His cheeks are still flush with fever, but there's a contentment present in him that wasn't there before as he smiles at his friend.]
[ Wei Ying asleep is a treat that Lan Zhan avoids like a man with a chocolate addiction and diabetes. He loves it - for Wei Ying never has had enough sleep the night before - but he should not have it. This is because, in his mind, it will either enable him to watch Wei Ying sleep with enough focus to be considered 'creepy', or it will make Lan Zhan die slowly from how cute it is, how much Lan Zhan loves Wei Ying and the chest cracking pain of knowing he can never be his.
But he does manage to pass the time unmoving, occasionally stroking his fingers through Wei Ying's hair and down his back. He did it without thinking and it was so soft he had to do it again immediately. He has become unable to stop. When the precious bundle in his lap starts making movements, he makes an enquiring hum in the back of his throat.
When Wei Ying leans back to start to sit up, Lan Zhan reaches up with his now free hand and presses it to Wei Ying's forehead. His temperature is cooler than it was, thanks to the medicine, but still higher than Lan Zhan would like. He responds to the most precious person in his life.]
[Were he in his complete right mind, even Wei Ying might have enough shame to feel bad for taking advantage of Lan Zhan like this. As it is though, his fever provides just enough disorientation that he can't summon the will to care, not when he feels so good with Lan Zhan's arms around him and Lan Zhan's soft voice soothing him.]
Better with you here. [He says, more sincerely than normal Wei Ying ever would have. It's the truth though and right now he can find no reason not to say it. Though he supposes Lan Zhan might like a more thorough answer.]
Head isn't as fuzzy. Chest doesn't hurt as much. [He reaches up for the hand at his forehead, pulling it further down so that he can nuzzle his cheek into it instead.]
[ Watching Wei Ying be so unguarded, so trusting when he is vulnerable makes Lan Zhan feel like he could conquer the earth to be worthy of it. He has to swallow a lump in his throat. ]
Mn. Happy to be here.
[ He listens to Wei Ying talk about his symptoms even as he prepares to make his own assessments. He is about to feel for any sweat from the fever, he can already use the sensation of Wei Ying pressed against him to feel if his lungs are clear. He is stymied by the hand that reaches up and captures his own.
Lan Zhan nearly squeaks. ]
Wei Ying is softer.
[ He cannot stop his treacherous thumb from stroking across a cheekbone, feel the soft skin under it and burning it into his memory. ]
[Wei Ying hums softly, lips pulling up into a hazy smile.]
Mmhmm. Think so. [His appetite hasn't been consistent, but it's been a while since he's had anything, let alone anything that would actually be considered a meal. He doesn't actually feel too hungry, but he has to figure he must be. Plus, if it means Lan Zhan will stay a bit longer, he'll readily agree to pretty much anything.
With a soft reluctant sigh, he pulls away from Lan Zhan until he's fully sitting up on his own and setting his feet on the floor, not yet standing, but far closer to getting there.]
How long did I sleep, Lan Zhan? Aren't I keeping you from things?
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I will bring you items, this is non-negotiable.
You are not a hassle to me.
Please pick a flavour.
Do you own a thermometer?
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I have procured the necessities, I will be with you shortly.
If you are thirsty, please drink water. Do not try to do too much, I will use your spare key to get in.
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Wanna make it an action thread?
always, if you will have me
He reaches the apartment quickly, the small corner store had everything he didn't already posses so he has a bag full of cough medicine, cold medicine, soup, vitamins, oranges and a new thermometer.
He came prepared in case Wei Ying has nothing, which is more likely than not. When he gets to the front door, he reaches up to the door frame where the key is perched (lamenting the lack of security the entire time,) and lets himself in.
He takes off his shoes, puts the bag in the kitchen, removes the thermometer and flips on the kettle before following the sounds of sniffling. ]
Wei Ying. I am here. How are you feeling? Please open your mouth for the thermometer.
Always!
In person, it is much more difficult to hide his actual state and as is probably not that surprising, he's considerably worse off than he'd suggested. His cheeks are flushed red with fever though the rest of him is pale, and his eyes are glossy and blinking rapidly, as though he's having a hard time focusing.]
Lan Zhan? [His voice sounds rough and he flinches at the sound of it, clearing his throat as he pushes himself up into a seated position, one hand steadying himself against the bed frame as he goes. He doesn't open his mouth for the thermometer, instead fixing him with a vaguely confused gaze.]
You can just...leave everything. You shouldn't...I'll get you sick.
My sword is yours
He sits on bed, eyes flicking across Wei Ying's face. ]
I will not. You need someone to take care of you. I have a strong immune system.
[ The rasp in Wei Ying's speech sounds painful and he is glad he brought honey. As Wei Ying opens his mouth to protest further, Lan Zhan sticks the thermometer under his tongue. ]
Hold it in place, gently.
[ He waits until Wei Ying has grasped it, then ignoring any garbled protests, he strides back into the kitchen where the kettles has just boiled. He washes and then sets out a mug and a glass; he puts a sweet fruit teabag in the mug with honey and pours the hot water in while putting cold water in the glass. Knowing Wei Ying does not possess a tray, he puts the pills in his pocket, puts a damp cloth over one wrist, grabs the drinks and takes it back to the bedroom.
He's just in time to hear the beep of the thermometer as he puts everything on the beside table. Lan Zhan takes the thermometer out of Wei Ying's mouth and hands him the water. ]
You have a fever.
[ Lan Zhan pops two pills out of the packet and holds them out. ]
Swallow both. Then drink the tea. Are you cold?
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He opens his mouth to reply, then stops to sigh and shrug.] A little.
[Then, lifting his eyes to meet Lan Zhan's, he asks, voice small and tentative.] Are you really going to stay?
[He should be discouraging it of course, but he doesn't have any energy to argue, and anyway, it's a difficult argument to make when he doesn't actually want Lan Zhan to go. It's selfish to want him here now when he's gross and probably contagious, but he's tired and not feeling well, and Lan Zhan's company is pretty much the best thing in the whole world.]
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I am.
He takes the damp cloth from the side and uses an edge to wipe Wei Ying’s forehead free of sweat. He doesn’t know when Wei Ying last washed so he continues across sharp cheekbones, leaning forward so he can focus more on the cloth than the biggest sad eyes he has ever seen.
I want to help you.
Lan Zhan murmurs as he uses his other hand to hold Wei Ying still by the chin.
It is not a hard ship for me to do so.
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By the time the afternoon rolled around, the fever had set in and he was being plagued by the beginnings of a cough. He doesn't actually remember much of what happened after that. At some point he'd crawled into bed early and just stayed there. He doesn't think he had dinner. Definitely didn't have breakfast. He isn't exactly hungry though. Mostly he wants to lie down and fade into any kind of peaceful oblivion that will ease the throbbing behind his eyes.
A gentle hand on his chin pulls him back to the present and his eyes slip back open as he instinctively leans into the comforting hold.]
You're too good to me, Lan Zhan. [And then] That feels nice.
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When Wei Ying leans into the touch, Lan Zhan feels a little of his composure crumble away; a small concerned frown between his eyebrows and a downturned mouth. Wei Ying is tactile, yes, but does not wish to ever appear vulnerable. That move was both. ]
Not too good.
[ He says, finished wiping the sweat from his brow. He puts the cloth to one side and then brings the other hand to cradle Wei Ying's face, feeling how warm he is to the touch. Lan Zhan then lets go with one hand and brings the cup of steaming liquid to his lips so that he can drink it. ]
You must keep drinking fluids, it will help.
[ He would make him eat, but he doesn't want to risk upsetting his stomach and making him feel worse. ]
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After a couple more sips, he sighs and turns away, allowing his side to rest against Lan Zhan's, forehead coming to rest against his shoulder.]
Sorry, sorry...just...just gonna rest here for a moment, if that's okay.
[He frowns then even if Lan Zhan can't see it.]
...I really am gonna get you sick like this. [He pulls back quickly, flinching when the quick movement sets his head spinning and then again when he hits the headboard of his bed with a little too much force. At least he's still upright though, and no longer getting his germs all over Lan Zhan.]
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More than okay.
[ Lan Zhan murmurs, eyes flicking across Wei Ying's scrunched face. He uses the hand as his neck to ever so gently tug him back forwards again, so his head rests on the should he vacated so abruptly. Lan Zhan is not telling the whole truth when he speaks next, but he is not lying either. ]
Needed to get to the back of your neck. Keep your body cool.
[ He loops the other arm around Wei Ying's shoulder as the hand on his neck scoops up the hair that has clearly not seen a shower in a couple days. He uses the now less damp cool cloth, laying it across the back and letting it absorb all the moisture that had been trapped under there. ]
I am very healthy. It will take a lot to make me sick.
[ A direct exchange of fluids would do it, but they are as unlikely to kiss now that Wei Ying is ill as they ever were, so it's a non-concern. This position also means that Wei Ying can breathe more easily, fluid in his lungs settling down and his breath going from raspy to only wheezing. ]
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Here, half sitting up but supported by Lan Zhan's arms, he finally feels like he can breathe and rest at the same time. A sigh or relief passes through his lips and he nuzzles instinctively into Lan Zhan's hold.]
'm so gross Lan Zhan. You don't have to touch me. My hair is...[He wrinkles his nose.]
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When the medicines have started working, I can help you wash your hair.
[ He offers, he knows sometimes feeling gross is as much about cleanliness as actual health. It wouldn't be a hardship, while Wei Ying is so visibly under the weather Lan Zhan isn't even tempted by the thought of his naked body. ]
Do you wish to go back to sleep?
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At the question, a whine emerges from his throat and he burrows even further into Lan Zhan's comfortable arms.]
All I've been doing is sleeping...[Even if he is in fact, still tired.]
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[ He cannot resist gently stroking the back of Wei Ying's hair as he snuffles closer. It is the cutest thing Lan Zhan has ever heard, including his own rabbits. ]
You need the energy to get better. If you do not want to sleep just yet I will keep you company.
[ He removes the cloth and thinks a moment. Then he takes Wei Ying by the shoulders and gently tips him back for a moment.]
Hold on. I am only rearranging.
[ Lan Zhan carefully holds Wei Ying upright as he stands, then sidles around the edge of the bed and sits at the head of it. With a look of focus akin to a man doing neurosurgery he slides a leg behind Wei Ying until he is sat in the 'v' of Lan Zhan's legs.
Once settles against the headboard, he pulls Wei Ying back to rest on his chest.]
Now we are both comfortable, and you can still breathe easily.
[ Lan Zhan knows this is a risk, but if it works then it is worth it. ]
Rest if you need to. I can talk if you do not.
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I like this. We should do this all the time. [With a contented sigh, he reaches for Lan Zhan's arms and pulls them around him like a seat belt, patting them once and then reaching to lazily tug one of the blankets up and over them both.]
Lan Zhan, you're the best. Did you know that? How am I supposed to rest when you're sitting there all...[He lifts a hand in a vague gesture but since his hand is under the blanket, it isn't much of an explanation. Unaware of his totally incomprehensible explanation, he loses the train of conversation as he makes himself more comfortable, turning slightly so that he can rest his cheek against Lan Zhan's chest. It is the most comfortable he has been in...in a long time. Way before he was sick. In Lan Zhan's arms he feels safe and warm and all things cozy and good.]
You're my favorite.
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Mn.
[ He does like this, Wei Ying safe in his arms, happy to be there. But he is also aware that he enjoys it too much. It does not mean for Wei Ying what it means for him and a small part of him shrieks a warning whenever he gets this close, but for today he has stamped it out. Silenced it. Making Wei Ying feel better is his top priority and he will not let his own brain distract him from that. ]
We can do this whenever you wish.
[ Lan Zhan does not lie. He would let Wei Ying do this anytime, anywhere. In the middle of his classes, late at night on his couch or even in front of his uncle at his monthly family dinner. He would not care. He realises that Wei Ying has continued talking, but fortunately mostly nothing that required an actual response. ]
I am not the best, but I appreciate the thought. I am doing what anyone should do when someone they are close to is very sick.
[ At least, he hopes he is. He doesn't exactly have many friends and Wei Ying is, lets be frank; a class of his own. Wei Ying nuzzles into his chest and Lan Zhan reflexively tightens his grip, hands coming up from where Wei Ying had draped them to stroking down his back and one treacherous hand even creeps up to cup Wei Ying's jaw and play with the little baby hairs at his temple. ]
You are my favourite, too.
[ He rumbles quietly, stroking the soft pyjamas Wei Ying fell into yesterday and hasn't had the chance to wash. He is planning that once Wei Ying naps, he can chase him into the shower, lay out some clean clothes of Lan Zhan's that may fit and then help wash his hair until he felt hungry enough to try eating. ]
That tag is so cute, I'm losing it
He nestles himself into Lan Zhan's arms, breath coming easily and sleeping restfully for the first time in several days. (Longer, honestly, if he counts his usual struggles with insomnia.) For more than an hour and a half he sleeps soundly without stirring once, content and warm in Lan Zhan's arms.
Only after a long while has passed does he begin to shift, his eyes fluttering open to blink up at Lan Zhan in muted surprise. It takes him a moment to realize that Lan Zhan really had come over, it hadn't been just a dream. He yawns, shoving his face into Lan Zhan's chest and then pulling back far enough to begin to sit up. His cheeks are still flush with fever, but there's a contentment present in him that wasn't there before as he smiles at his friend.]
Hi Lan Zhan.
*bows* I can be the softest boy
He loves it - for Wei Ying never has had enough sleep the night before - but he should not have it. This is because, in his mind, it will either enable him to watch Wei Ying sleep with enough focus to be considered 'creepy', or it will make Lan Zhan die slowly from how cute it is, how much Lan Zhan loves Wei Ying and the chest cracking pain of knowing he can never be his.
But he does manage to pass the time unmoving, occasionally stroking his fingers through Wei Ying's hair and down his back. He did it without thinking and it was so soft he had to do it again immediately. He has become unable to stop. When the precious bundle in his lap starts making movements, he makes an enquiring hum in the back of his throat.
When Wei Ying leans back to start to sit up, Lan Zhan reaches up with his now free hand and presses it to Wei Ying's forehead. His temperature is cooler than it was, thanks to the medicine, but still higher than Lan Zhan would like. He responds to the most precious person in his life.]
Hello Wei Ying.
[ He half smiles. ]
How are you feeling?
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Better with you here. [He says, more sincerely than normal Wei Ying ever would have. It's the truth though and right now he can find no reason not to say it. Though he supposes Lan Zhan might like a more thorough answer.]
Head isn't as fuzzy. Chest doesn't hurt as much. [He reaches up for the hand at his forehead, pulling it further down so that he can nuzzle his cheek into it instead.]
Lan Zhan is soft.
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Mn. Happy to be here.
[ He listens to Wei Ying talk about his symptoms even as he prepares to make his own assessments. He is about to feel for any sweat from the fever, he can already use the sensation of Wei Ying pressed against him to feel if his lungs are clear. He is stymied by the hand that reaches up and captures his own.
Lan Zhan nearly squeaks. ]
Wei Ying is softer.
[ He cannot stop his treacherous thumb from stroking across a cheekbone, feel the soft skin under it and burning it into his memory. ]
Are you hungry?
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Mmhmm. Think so. [His appetite hasn't been consistent, but it's been a while since he's had anything, let alone anything that would actually be considered a meal. He doesn't actually feel too hungry, but he has to figure he must be. Plus, if it means Lan Zhan will stay a bit longer, he'll readily agree to pretty much anything.
With a soft reluctant sigh, he pulls away from Lan Zhan until he's fully sitting up on his own and setting his feet on the floor, not yet standing, but far closer to getting there.]
How long did I sleep, Lan Zhan? Aren't I keeping you from things?
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