[ A visible line of tension fades from Wei Ying's prone form as he melts into the bedsheets. He reminds Lan Zhan of a kitten, all soft and small in his illness. He wants to stroke Wei Ying's hair until he sleeps, which is where he draws the line and takes another step back from the bed. ]
I promise. I will just be in the bathroom, I will leave the door open.
[ If only for his peace of mind, he doesn't want Wei Ying to try and get out bed after this standing attempt has gone so poorly. He pulls the blanket Wei Ying is hiding under up to Wei Ying's chin and smooths out any crinkles in the fresh linen. ]
Call me if you need anything. I am happy to help you Wei Ying.
[ Truthfully, he wishes Wei Ying would ask for his help more often. He is getting to try all of his doting fantasies out, indulging himself in order to make Wei Ying feel better.
He cups Wei Ying's cheek with one large hand and then trails off to the bathroom, wincing at the sodden footsteps he had left in his haste. No matter, he will clean the carpet when Wei Ying is well.
Taking a few items of clean clothes, he steps into the bathroom and makes sure he can still hear Wei Ying if he calls out. ]
[Reassured, Wei Ying settles back into the blankets, feeling heavy and tired but at least far more comfortable than before. His skin no longer sticks and pulls against his clothes and his sinuses at least have cleared from the steam of the shower. Warm and dry, he knows if he closes his eyes, he could probably pass out in a few moments, his body protesting the energy it had exerted eating and bathing, but he doesn't want to fall asleep yet.
Stubbornly forcing his eyes to stay open, he turns his head on the pillow, determinedly staring at the door in anticipation of Lan Zhan's return.
If he closes his eyes now, he's pretty sure the next time he opens them Lan Zhan will be long gone, and he resists sleep and waits, his gaze not wavering once.]
[ Changing with the door open is a novel experience at the best of times, now it's downright concerning. He feels very exposed but also reassured that he can hear everything Wei Ying does, but he does change as fast as he possibly can. He comes back to Wei Ying while slinging on a long sleeve T-shirt, deciding it's more important to be within arms reach than listen to rules of propriety. ]
Wei Ying.
[ He sighs when he sees the far too focused form lying in bed, their gazes meeting and locking into place. Wei Ying is blinking slower and slower, each one lasting longer and then he shakes his head toc clear it and refocus. ]
Wei Ying, rest.
[ Unable to help himself, once he is next to the bed he runs a hand over Wei Ying's too warm head, brushing back hair. He settles as close as he dares, fully prepared to offer whatever he can to help him. ]
["What do you need?" The words echo in his head, and his eyes find Lan Zhan's in between blinks, fever and exhaustion making his tongue loose and his words far too sincere.]
You. Just...just you. [Always Lan Zhan. What else could he possibly ever need? His head has gone fuzzy again and though there isn't any pain, he feels himself beginning to sink into the darkness again. Letting out a soft sound of protest, he reaches up with one arm, trying to find Lan Zhan and hold him close even as his eyes fall closed.]
[ These words could not be more sincere, but he can only try. ]
You have me. [ Lan Zhan whispers as he watches Wei Ying drop off, he catches the hand seeking him and presses it to his heart in hopes of soothing him. His other hand comes up and strokes Wei Ying's now fluffy hair back into place, then keeps doing it because it feels good. ]
You will always have me. [ He breathes, not wanting to disturb. He cannot let go without Wei Ying whining low in his throat, so he presses closer until they are sharing the same bed, almost the same pillow. He will wait until Wei Ying is deeply asleep before even attempting to leave, he doesn't want to upset him even if he is only going to the living room. But as he's here now, he feels each body part relax and his eyes closing for longer periods until he too, fades to sleep. ]
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I promise. I will just be in the bathroom, I will leave the door open.
[ If only for his peace of mind, he doesn't want Wei Ying to try and get out bed after this standing attempt has gone so poorly. He pulls the blanket Wei Ying is hiding under up to Wei Ying's chin and smooths out any crinkles in the fresh linen. ]
Call me if you need anything. I am happy to help you Wei Ying.
[ Truthfully, he wishes Wei Ying would ask for his help more often. He is getting to try all of his doting fantasies out, indulging himself in order to make Wei Ying feel better.
He cups Wei Ying's cheek with one large hand and then trails off to the bathroom, wincing at the sodden footsteps he had left in his haste. No matter, he will clean the carpet when Wei Ying is well.
Taking a few items of clean clothes, he steps into the bathroom and makes sure he can still hear Wei Ying if he calls out. ]
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Stubbornly forcing his eyes to stay open, he turns his head on the pillow, determinedly staring at the door in anticipation of Lan Zhan's return.
If he closes his eyes now, he's pretty sure the next time he opens them Lan Zhan will be long gone, and he resists sleep and waits, his gaze not wavering once.]
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Wei Ying.
[ He sighs when he sees the far too focused form lying in bed, their gazes meeting and locking into place. Wei Ying is blinking slower and slower, each one lasting longer and then he shakes his head toc clear it and refocus. ]
Wei Ying, rest.
[ Unable to help himself, once he is next to the bed he runs a hand over Wei Ying's too warm head, brushing back hair. He settles as close as he dares, fully prepared to offer whatever he can to help him. ]
What do you need?
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You. Just...just you. [Always Lan Zhan. What else could he possibly ever need? His head has gone fuzzy again and though there isn't any pain, he feels himself beginning to sink into the darkness again. Letting out a soft sound of protest, he reaches up with one arm, trying to find Lan Zhan and hold him close even as his eyes fall closed.]
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You have me. [ Lan Zhan whispers as he watches Wei Ying drop off, he catches the hand seeking him and presses it to his heart in hopes of soothing him. His other hand comes up and strokes Wei Ying's now fluffy hair back into place, then keeps doing it because it feels good. ]
You will always have me. [ He breathes, not wanting to disturb. He cannot let go without Wei Ying whining low in his throat, so he presses closer until they are sharing the same bed, almost the same pillow. He will wait until Wei Ying is deeply asleep before even attempting to leave, he doesn't want to upset him even if he is only going to the living room. But as he's here now, he feels each body part relax and his eyes closing for longer periods until he too, fades to sleep. ]