[ Silence falls between them again, although he manages a faint nod against Claude's stomach, still pressed close. Hiding, almost. Something he doesn't let himself do, but he doesn't have it in him to feel ashamed about that right now.
It had never done anything to help, when he was a kid, and he's not really expecting it to now. But Claude's fingers are in his hair, soothing along his skin and slowly, eventually, he relaxes little by little. Drifting. His thoughts are still dark but with the fever, they turn more disjointed, disconnected. The unexpected comfort chases some of it away and the rest... well, it's probably a good thing he's having a hard time focusing on anything for more than a few moments right now.
It's a long while later that he finally shifts enough that he can roll a little more onto his side, gaze flicking up to Claude's face in a mixture of sheepish apology and embarrassment. ]
Sorry. I shouldn't have... [ Some of the shivers have eased up, but his eyes are still glassy, skin still flushed from the high fever. ]
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It had never done anything to help, when he was a kid, and he's not really expecting it to now. But Claude's fingers are in his hair, soothing along his skin and slowly, eventually, he relaxes little by little. Drifting. His thoughts are still dark but with the fever, they turn more disjointed, disconnected. The unexpected comfort chases some of it away and the rest... well, it's probably a good thing he's having a hard time focusing on anything for more than a few moments right now.
It's a long while later that he finally shifts enough that he can roll a little more onto his side, gaze flicking up to Claude's face in a mixture of sheepish apology and embarrassment. ]
Sorry. I shouldn't have... [ Some of the shivers have eased up, but his eyes are still glassy, skin still flushed from the high fever. ]