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*Curls up on his sofa and flicks through his mobile contacts, before selecting Gerard's number.*

*Wonders if he'll actually pick up this time.*
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*is half asleep, dozing over his latest bank statement with a cold cup of coffee and an unfinished bowl of breakfast cereal in front of him*

*phone rings loudly next to his head, awakening him rudely*

Fuck, what, what? Fuck. *gropes for the phone and answers blearily*

Yeah?
*Worriedly*

Gee? Are you alright?
*coughs loudly, not bothering to cover his mouth* Ryan? Uhh *spits something disgusting into his coffee cup* Sorry, I'm just, I'm. Hi.

*sniffs horribly*
Hey, what the hell, are you sick? I keep calling, but, yeah you don't answer.

*Sucks nervously on his finger.*
*sniffs hard again* I'm, yeah, I have this flu thing, I don't know, it's going around. You've been calling me?

*lies his head back down on the table, wanting to go back to sleep*
Yeah, mmm everyday for about a week? I don't know. Are you alright by yourself? You sound really bad.
I'm fine, really. Sorry I didn't pick up, I was...*tries to remember what he's been doing for the past week* I don't know. Passed out I guess.

*wraps his blanket tighter around himself, letting out another lung-wrenching cough* How are you anyway?
*Makes a small worried noise and sits up a little straighter.*

You are sick. *Tsks to himself* I'm coming over? I bet you fell asleep on your desk again.
*glares at the wall, as if it were Ryan, cursing his mind-reading powers* Don't come over. Everything's a mess and I can't be bothered to clean. And, and anyway *points a shaky finger accusingly at wall-Ryan* you might catch something.

*pokes a finger into the soggy mess of cereal, wondering if it'd be worth eating*
Your place is always a mess and you never clean it anyway.

*Is already pulling on his coat and ruffling through the pockets to make sure he has his keys.*

I'm coming over anyway.
I do clean it! *is outraged in an exhausted kind of way* I'm not going to get dressed or anything, I hope you know.

*puts his head back on the table, already half dozing off again*
You do not, and as long as you're wearing something I'm not really that bothered.

*Finds his keys and wraps a scarf around his neck, thinks for a moment before stealing some chocolate from the draw.*

Right, I'm leaving now, I'll see you in about ten minutes.
*doesn't hear Ryan hang up, as has already fallen asleep with his hair drooping in the stale cereal*
*Arrives outside Gerard's flat with some cold medicine and hammers on the door with his fist, because chances are Gerard's fallen asleep again.*

Gee! Open the fucking door!
*wakes up with a jolt when Ryan starts banging on the door*

*gets up, pushing his milk-drenched fringe out of his face, and shuffles off to open the door, not knowing or caring about how much of a hobo he looks*
*Raises his eyebrows at the state of Gerard, especially at the milk dripping from his hair.*

*Steps inside, and turns to Gerard with a disapproving look on his face.*

You, you need a shower, and probably not to pass out in your breakfast again.
*frowns at Ryan, then stops and winces because it aggravates his headache*

You need to stop being a bossy bitch. I'm fine, seriously. *doubles up coughing again*
*Clicks his tongue at Gerard.*

Yeah, fine, I can see that.

*Sets down his messenger bag and puts a hand on Gerard's shoulder.*
*leans forward into Ryan's touch* Dude, I feel like crap, okay? Don't be mean to me.

*tries to look woeful and pathetic*
*Pulls Gerard into an untidy hug with a sigh.*

You should have called Gee.
*snuggles into Ryan's shoulder, trying not to wipe his nose on Ryan's coat or anything* Didn't want to bother anyone.
*Sighs again.* Dude, I was worried.

*Rubs Gerard's back slowly.* How long have you been ill?
I dunno. A week or something. *yawns, curling his arms around Ryan's waist to steady himself* Can we, like, sit down or something?
*Leads Gerard over to his sofa and glares. Pushes most of the stuff onto the floor and sits Gerard down.*

*Fusses with the blankets and everything, making sure Gerard is warm.*

*Looks around and makes a loud noise of disgust at what he sees.*
*cuddles up into the blankets, watching Ryan under half-closed eyelids*

*shrinks into the sofa guiltily when he sees Ryan's look of disgust* I kept meaning to clean. I think it's the thought that counts.

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