[The short while that Ned touches him brings him some relief, making him sigh softly under his touch. He leans forward to it a little and almost protests when he pulls his hand away]
[Normally, such a declaration would have Spain jumping off the bench and giving Ned his usual clingy glomp of a hug, squealing about how cuuuuuuuuuute that is. But now since he isn't feeling that good, he just smiles gratefully to him, cheeks plump and flush with happiness]
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Well?
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[He's not sure if it's him or Spain, though.]
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[But that's it, really. No headache, no dizziness, no stuffiness]
[He starts taking off his jacket]
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Stop that.
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[When did he ever really listen to you about things he wants to do? He takes off the jacket]
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Then - put it over there. [Jabs his thumb to the bench.]
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[But then another breeze]
[SHIVERSSSSSSS]
[Pulls the jacket on over himself like a blanket]
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We can go in, y'know.
[Though, damn, that was nice, and he kind of wants to feel that again. ....what is even wrong with him today.]
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If you don't mind. [Huddles closer into his jacket] Actually, it's probably better if I go.
[He doesn't want Ned catching what he has. He's not sure if it's contagious, but he doesn't want to inconvenience the other]
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I've got coffee.
[And hot chocolate, but like hell he's offering that to Spain of all people.]
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[So yeah, it's okay.]
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Okay.
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