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[ingreatdeeds]

[ If one decided to go to see CSA, they'd find...what seems to be an extremely tired Confederate. He’s just sprawled on the bed he shares with CW!Texas, eyes closed as if it was too troublesome keeping them open, it seems like merely breathing is taking all of his energy. CSA’s shirt is halfway unbuttoned and revealing a burn scar over his heart

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[istandwithmine]

[Texas hovers at CSA's side, more or less convinced his Nation is somehow dying. Or close it. Maybe something mimicking it, if not the real thing.

The last thing he wants to do is ask something and make CSA speak. So, that leaves the state to take some initiative. The only things he can think that could help that are in the cabin is whiskey and water. So, he fetches a bottle and a glass full, and sets them on a bedside table and resumes hovering.]

[ingreatdeeds]

[ If Texas voiced it, CSA would have pointed out the same thing happened last year in Hammerspace, and it's still not as bad as the year before when he had been in his own world. Or that he's died before over the course of the war.

...okay, so maybe he shouldn't mention that last one, since with his government dissolved he doesn't know if he'd just come back again or not.

Moving on.

A cough keeps him from immediately reaching for the drinks, but when it subsides he sits up slightly, reaching for the water since he figures it'd be easier on his throat. ]

[istandwithmine]

[Texas would be glad for his ignorance, if he were aware of it.

Seeing CSA go for the water is a little reassuring. The nation can still move under his own power and he doesn't seem to be delirious. He's still reluctant to speak for fear of a reply's consequence, so he watches carefully.]

also I need to head to bed, goodnight!

[ingreatdeeds]

[ You know Texas, that careful watching is starting to make CSA feel self-concious. He already hates feeling so weak, let alone being unable to hide said weakness. Perhaps it's thanks to the fact he often tells himself he has to be strong, he has to be in control, that he feels like a bundle of nerves now.

It's why he adverts his gaze from the state, besides occasionally sneaking glances up at him as he sets the glass of water down. ]

[by_mornin]

[Being stuck in Hammerspace meant one thing for Amarillo, really- Time to go visit Hookeracy and spoil him. He has a wrapped box in hand as he strolls up to the door of Hookeracy's club and knocks at the door, blissfully ignorant of anything troubling the former nation.]

[dirtysouthdirty]

[ Ahhh, he doesn't even want to get up right now. He's so comfy and tipsy. And he'd probably trip over nothing and faceplant the floor with his luck.

But the door between the bedroom and club has been left open, so he'll just holler for whoever it is to come on in. He wasn't aware of anyone in Hammerspace that'd be particularly unpleasant company except for maybe America, but Hookeracy also doubts he'd show up. ]

[by_mornin]

[Huh. That seems odd. Oh well, Hookeracy is in and accepting company, so Amarillo slips in the front the front and is careful to shut it behind him. He makes a beeline for the bedroom, figuring that's where Hookeracy is since the club itself is empty.

He pokes his head in the door first, smiling, and he even laughs when he sees Hookeracy laid out on his bed with the half finished whiskey. He wanders over, tucking the box under his arm for the moment, and kneels next to the bed.]

Hey.

[dirtysouthdirty]

[ While normally Hookeracy might have smiled or otherwise seemed amused in response to the smile and laughter, this time he just seems more cantankerous. Likely have his chest pain to blame for that.

He tilts his head to be able to look over at Amarillo as he comes closer and kneels, though doesn't offer much movement beyond that. ]

Hello.

[spurslikestars]

[From some reason, this Texas feels the urge to visit Hookeracy today. More than he usually does, anyway. He can't quite put the reason into words, just a feeling he has...

He knocks at the door of the club before opening it and peering inside.]

Chief?

[dirtysouthdirty]

[ Like with Amarillo, Hookeracy doesn't exactly feel very inclined to get up from this bed. He will shoo Doll off the bed though, before likewise just raising his voice so Texas can hear him. ]

In tha bedroom.

[spurslikestars]

[Wow, Texas instantly just reconsidered this decision to visit Hookeracy. But he goes over to the bedroom door all the same and peers in, careful to avoid looking at the bed.]

...S'this a bad time?

[dirtysouthdirty]

[ When Hookeracy notices Texas seems to be looking everywhere but at him, he pushes himself up. He's still hunched over a bit, sitting cross-legged with his elbows on his knees, but he's decent. And giving Texas a bit of a flat look. ]

...and just what do ya think I'm doin', Tex?