[That Davesprite just quietly lets Bro help probably speaks volumes about how shitty he feels. There isn't much that can make him accept help with anything remotely like grace, but having his face shoved endlessly in his own uselessness is almost as wearing as the illness itself.]
No way, you're the one spends fuckin' days in there.
[He can feel the heat roll off when Bro helps remove the blankets and is silently, dizzily impressed that his body can get that hot. Kind of scared, too. Jesus.
Okay, anyway. Slowly. Trying not to set his stomach off. He manages to push himself all the way to sit up, mission accomplished, Houston--
Standing is a completely different story. Before he even knows what's happening, he's swooning like the slenderest princess in Hell's corset club.]
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No way, you're the one spends fuckin' days in there.
[He can feel the heat roll off when Bro helps remove the blankets and is silently, dizzily impressed that his body can get that hot. Kind of scared, too. Jesus.
Okay, anyway. Slowly. Trying not to set his stomach off. He manages to push himself all the way to sit up, mission accomplished, Houston--
Standing is a completely different story. Before he even knows what's happening, he's swooning like the slenderest princess in Hell's corset club.]