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Who: Souji Seta

leaderly and Yosuke Hanam~~oron~~ura

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When: Friday the 18th
Where: Souji's apartment
Summary: Souji is super sick...it also doesn't help that Naoto isn't around anymore so he's alone in the apartment. Yosuke comes to see him?
Warnings: None yet

The objects in the room danced in front of Souji's eyes as he took a look around. Something was seriously wrong with him. It had started at work earlier in the evening. He couldn't seem to stop shivering and his head felt...off. Not a headache and not exactly light headed. Just foggy. Yes, foggy was the right word. He couldn't seem to string two thoughts together successfully. He had seen in the news that some sort of flu was spreading, so he had asked his boss for the rest of the night off. At the moment, he was glad he did, noting how hard it was just to keep his eyes open and his head up.

He got up to go to a cabinet and move around some bottles, trying to find the ibuprofen.

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Yosuke didn't really know what Souji was apologizing for. Leaning on him? Needing help in the first place? It was weird, but he let it slide, and settled for clapping Souji's shoulder gently. He'd been hovering at Souji's elbow the entire time in case he started to struggle, but he didn't want to hurt the guy's pride more than necessary, either.

"Alright. There's a working lift in this building, right? It'll be way easier here than it would have been at my old place, so look on the bright side."

Hearing the words come out of Yosuke's mouth didn't make him feel better at all. He hardly comprehended them in fact. From the fog in his head, an overwhelming sadness emerged. It made him feel sicker, but it kept coming. There was a burning sensation at the corners of his eyes. He could feel, to his vague horror, tears slipping down his cheeks.

"No. I'm sorry. For everything."

He sounded thick, but needed, at that moment, Yosuke to understand how he felt. He wasn't sure why, but he knew he needeed his friend to listen.

"I'm sorry about everything terrible that's happened to you since you got here. I wish I could have helped you more."

What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he like this all of a sudden? Was it because he was sick? He still couldn't look his friend in the eye.

Well, that got his attention. Yosuke stared, a little dumbfounded. "What? Hey...nothing all that bad-" Except he couldn't quite finish that sentence. Something about it made his stomach twist.

He shook it off, and glanced around for some tissues or something. "Dude, what are you talking about? Don't...don't do that. It's okay. You'll be fine. I-I'm fine."

He didn't take his hand off of Souji's shoulder, though. He wanted to do whatever he could to try and reassure the guy. He must be feeling really bad if he was making strange confessions and apologies.

"It's not okay. I haven't...haven't been a good friend." Shutup Souji, a very faint voice in the back of his head was scolding him. He stopped as his head pounded--he guessed from the crying. Was he really crying? He leaned against the wall right next to him, bringing a sleeve up to briefly wipe at his eyes. Yosuke's hand on his shoulder felt...nice. Different. He hadn't felt this sort of warmth from Yosuke since...well, since before he...Souji shook the thought from his head.

"What are you talking about?" He already said that, but Yosuke repeats himself and shakes his head, too. He gives Souji's shoulder a squeeze, trying to get him to look up at least. "Dude, you saved my life. Twice. Remember when that thing tried to eat me? It popped my ribcage like a grape, and something scratched the shit out of you and you didn't even yell at me for any of it. Remember that?"

His stomach gives a definite lurch at that, but Yosuke swallows hard and goes on. "Or that time I accidentally drank something funny, and you stayed up late talking to me until I felt better. Remember that?"

He snorts, and shakes his head, though he's squeezing a bit harder than he means to, now. And trying his best not to double over. Ugh. One problem at a time, and Souji really needs to hear this right now. He'll crawl into a chair and stay there for a while once they get Souji checked in.

"Or how about that time you paid my bail?" He cracks a smile at that, even around the grimace. In retrospect, it's kind of funny. Gods, his stomach really hurts now. It's a real pain. "You've been a great friend. I'm sorry if I never said it-oh, man. Ugh. Shit. We're a sad pair today, huh?"

He cringes a bit at the shoulder squeeze and his initial reaction is to look away. He begins to, but stops himself and looks up. His eyes are slightly red and he forces himself to keep eye contact. He nodded at the stories, feeling slightly better remembering each one. Finally, a shadow of a smile appears at a corner of his mouth. It felt nice to hear that Yosuke thought he was a great friend. It actually made his head feel less stuffy and foggy--it had gotten more so when he cried.

The smile disappeared when he realized that Yosuke wasn't feeling well either. He didn't say anything but pushed himself off the wall, hoping to make things easier for them both. He was a bit unsteady but was trying to focus as much as he could. The stupid fever was making that nearly impossible.

"Ready?" That's the only way Yosuke can interpret Souji's movement. He glances around for some tissue or something again, but still doesn't see any. That's weird. If Souji's been feeling sick, shouldn't he have some around somewhere?

"C'mon, man." It's gentle, and hopefully reassuring. Yosuke opens the door, shoulders Souji's overnight bag again, and nods. "And next time you try to die on me, at least make it something cool. I can't even tell this story later without embarrassing us both, you know?"

He let out a small, breathy laugh.

"Sorry...I don't really plan on doing this again soon."

His mind slowly wandered back to December as he moved out of his apartment, holding on to Yosuke carefully. In December, when he had faced his Shadow and been killed. When he worried his friends so much. When he worried Yosuke so much. No, he definitely wasn't planning on doing this again anytime soon.

Suddenly, it felt like any mental clarity he had regained disappeared in a flash. He saw flashes of light dance in front of his eyes. He stumbled a bit, but regained his balance.

I will not not pass out he mentally told himself firmly. What was causing these waves of sickness?

"Woah, easy." Yosuke steadied Souji as best as he could. The dude wasn't huge like Gilbert -thank the gods- but he was still a nearly full grown man, and supporting him while trying not to let either of them fall on the way to the elevator took some effort.

Yosuke wasn't feeling so hot himself, but thankfully, this was a task that he could manage even if it wasn't easy. And he was oddly glad to do it, too. Relieved, even. Someone needed to look out for Souji, and that someone should probably be him, after all. It felt right. Even if he was kind of freaked out every time Souji worsened a bit.

Jiraiya made another appearance, after Yosuke had checked the surrounding area and found it all clear. He nearly stumbled after that, though. He had to watch how frequently he used the magic, until they were both at least sitting down. A bead of sweat dripped down from his hairline and slid off the side of his nose. It was as much for himself as it was for Souji when he mumbled something encouraging. "Almost there, dude."

"No more," he said quietly as he felt some strength come back. He didn't want Yosuke wasting the last of his energy helping him. He tried helping himself as much as he could.

Honestly the elevator was doing nothing to help the creeping nausea. He focused on keeping himself as mentally clear as possible.

"Just a little further. Then you can rest." Yosuke misunderstands the request, but he's relieved to finally be on the way downstairs. When the elevator doors open to the lobby, he offers his shoulder again. "C'mon, dude. You can make it, alright? I'm right here."

Souji responds by grabbing onto Yosuke's shoulder and helping himself walk out as best as he can. He probably would have been passed out somewhere on the floor of his apartment by now if it wasn't for Yosuke helping him. When he could think more clearly, he would make a mental note to do something in thanks.

Yosuke takes it easy with Souji, finally getting them outside to the taxi. "Alright, dude? Stay with me, here."

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