[ He snickers softly, because those words hold zero sting with the amount of fondness in Claude's voice. Which makes something squirm in his stomach that he's trying not to think about too much. He just hides his smile against Claude's shoulder and nods his head slightly, soaking up the comfort of his presence, of the way his body heat is chasing away what's left of his chills once more. ]
I'll try. [ He pauses, though, fingers curling to grip in the front of Claude's shirt for a moment. ] ... Wake me up if I start dreaming, would you?
[ He has a feeling the fever is only going to make the nightmares he's been having even worse. ]
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I'll try. [ He pauses, though, fingers curling to grip in the front of Claude's shirt for a moment. ] ... Wake me up if I start dreaming, would you?
[ He has a feeling the fever is only going to make the nightmares he's been having even worse. ]