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[truant_horatio]

*Well, Horatio--Horatio has been out in the rain and cold for long periods of time; he has rather a pathetic immune system anyway, and at the moment he is lying in bed quietly (Hamlet has, presumably, already risen--and that's unusual in and of itself), looking at the ceiling, and trying to encourage himself out. everything is spinning, and he's

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[thanitohercules]

*and Hamlet doesn't have a sense of these things like Horatio does, he's not carefully trained himself to know when things are wrong, but he does know that the sounds of Horatio stumbling or leaning hard against things are not at all normal, nor are they good-- and of course he will realise now that Horatio hasn't gotten up yet, and that while Hamlet sometimes has moods that beg him to sleep in or stay in bed, his boyfriend rarely does*

*he's here, softly, softly watching, then quickly and in one smooth moment, he's at Horatio's side with both arms around him*

[truant_horatio]

*leans back against him, already exhausted by the movement* My Lord. 'Twill pass.

[thanitohercules]

*keeps one arm strong around him, hand spread at Horatio's chest, and raises the other to feel his forehead and continue the movement to stroke his hair, all from behind* Ay. With me sit. Here.

[truant_horatio]

Ay, my Lord. *moves backwards, slowly, to sit on the bed, and then makes a small disappointed face at his unlaced doublet--he didn't get it finished--and starts trying to get it laced*