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[cheevy]

Miniver drags himself home after Life Support, and after a little hanging about the bar, talking to Will and Wolfwood. He unceremoniously chucks the bag of powderystuff on the table, and without taking off his coat or the three sweaters he's wearing under it, he flops on the couch next to Pickles, grabs the blanket from the back of the couch, and

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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles raised a brow, "A little pain fer a fast recovery? Does it do anything fer scar tissue?" He asked, before shaking his head, "Nah, finished the antibiotics yesterday. Nose is fine, had worse breaks. How're you? You okay babe?" The redhead bundled the poet into his lap, pressing his lips against Miniver's temple.

[cheevy]

Miniver's skin is a bit warmer than it ought to be, despite the cactus medicine.

"I dunno what it does exactly. I can probably have her get some. I... um... I think I fell asleep on a table before I could ask her." He remains curled up around that pillow, toppling into Pickles' lap. "I feel like shit," he says with an attempt at cheerfulness. "Got whatever Tony had, I guess. Think 'sprobably the flu. Or the plague." He clings to the pillow tighter and scoots against Pickles. "Stupid Tony. Mnf. I dunno if I shoulda gone to the bar today." Whine whine...

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles sighed, shaking his head. His arms wrapped around the poet and he held the back of his hand against Miniver's forehead. "You know sweatin' it out isn't healthy, right? Prolly gunna get more sick that way. Get out of those sweaters before you get delirious."

The rock star shook his head. "You able to keep anything down? I could make you some toast or somethin'."

[cheevy]

"But I'm cold," he whines. "And no, just tea. I tried. This dude Wolfwood gave me that cactus stuff to make more..."

[dingdongdoodily]

"Yer burnin' up. If yer cold, just cuddle up next to me. I don't mind. Wolfwood? Don't know the guy. You sure you don't want somethin' to eat, babe?"

Pickles worried about his poet. And that was an altogether awkward feeling, because it wasn't entirely because he wasn't getting what he wanted out of it, he genuinely was concerned for Miniver's health.