victory_road | [closed] March Catch All

[Blinking his eye open again, Dimitri starts to slowly push himself up. Oh. Oh, Grant is going somewhere, now. He is getting something.]

I will help.

No-- nope. [Grant sets his hands on Dimitri's shoulders, not pushing him but just... steadying him for the moment.] You're not going anywhere. If you want help getting back up onto the bed, that's one thing, but you do not need to be walking around right now.

[Dimitri looks like Grant just kicked one of his rats.]

But... You are going.

[Oh nooo--

Grant leans in kiss Dimitri's forehead, sweaty as it may be.] It won't be for long; I'd just be getting you a couple things and coming right back.

[Dimitri tries to lean against Grant, even as he gets that little forehead kiss.]

But I love you.

[Dimitri, that isn't an argument.]

[It sure is not, but it would still be making this very difficult if Grant weren't as determined as he is to make sure Dimitri stays put. He sighs softly, giving Dimitri's hair a couple more pets.]

I love you, too, sweetheart, but that's just why I don't want you wearing yourself out trying to walk around right now.

[Oh... Dimitri sinks as best he can against Grant's hand, eye slipping shut once more.]

Oh, Anliuka...

You need. A token of mine.

[Oh. For a moment, he's taken by surprise by the unfamiliar name - and then he realizes it... kind of resembles the Faerghan nicknames he's heard Felix, Dimitri, and Sylvain call each other by. Even though he just broke out a term of endearment for Dimitri himself (however thoughtlessly), his face goes just slightly pink.]

A token?

Mm. Something so that you will come back.... And always remember me...

[And so he picks up his pajama top and tries to. clumsily tie the sleeves to one of Grant's wrists.]

[Dimitri, he's just going down the hall.]

Uh-- [Well... this is happening. He might as well let it, since he supposes there's no harm... and he's still kind of a sucker for Dimitri's Princely Dramatics, even when they're kind of ridiculous.] Th-thank you. ...I'll only be gone a couple minutes, you know.

But I do not want you to be gone a couple minutes.

[No more prince. Time for whining.]

[...Okay he is not going to laugh at his sick boyfriend, he is NOT going to laugh at his sick boyfriend--]

When I get back, though, I'll have water and a cold cloth for you so you won't be quite so warm. Don't you want that?

[Dimitri wobbles a little.]

...I do.

Then you stay here, I'll step out just for a couple minutes, and then we can get you cooled down a little. Okay? [He kisses Dimitri's forehead again, and adjusts to get ready to stand up... while trying to keep the pajama shirt from falling off his wrist. That seems like it'd be distressing to Dimitri right now, so he'll just tote this around until he gets back.] I promise I'll be right back.

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I love you, Grant.

[Dimitri...]

I love you, too.

[With that, he finally tears himself away to stand up and go get what he needs to.

True to his word, though, he's not gone long; Grant returns in just a couple minutes, with a glass of water in one hand and a folded washcloth in the other.] There we go - that wasn't too bad, right?

[A couple of minutes is apparently all that is needed for Dimitri to have just... put his head underneath the bedframe, on the floor. Listen... Shadows are cooler.]

I missed you, Grant.

[Oh... oh buddy. Grant kneels down to put down what he's carrying, and just... put a hand on Dimitri's arm.] I'm sorry, Dimitri - but I'm back now. Do you think you can, uh... rotate for me and get back out here?

Yes. I can do that.

[He can good boy.]

[...Except when he braces his hands against the floor, his elbow bumps into Grant, and Dimitri just... stops working for a second there as his brain goes through the slow and laborious process that is thinking.]

[If he turns one way, his upper body will bump into Grant.]

[If he turns the other way, his legs will bump into Grant.]

...Rotating is impossible.

[But his parents didn't raise a quitter, so excuse him as he just. starts to wiggle out from under the bed.]

[Grant is actually literally in the process of starting to move out of the way after Dimitri's elbow bumps him, and then Dimitri... announces that rotating is "impossible". Dimitri. Buddy...]

Uh-- d'you need me to move out of the way? [He's gonna scoot out of the way.]

I can do this. I will not be rude.

[Because... that's what that would be... Rude. Yeah. Listen...]

[But soon enough, most of his head is out from underneath the bed, hair sprawled out behind him almost like a trail and his eyepatch awkwardly shifted out of place just enough to reveal the curve downwards towards his eye socket and some scar tissue that's normally not visible.]

Ah. There you are.

It wouldn't be rude to ask me to move...

[Well, it's a moot point now anyway, since he's gotten out. Grant laughs quietly, leaning over to pat his shoulder.] Here I am. Ah... [How can he say this with the least chance of Dimitri getting freaked out...] Your eyepatch has slipped a little, d'you want help fixing that?

[He knows he wouldn't want his getting out of place without his knowledge, so...]

...Ah.

[Dimitri's expression shifts slowly to something a little... complicated, and he reaches up to press his fingers against his cheek.]

I'm sorry.

[That reaction is... not a huge surprise, unfortunately. Grant shakes his head, giving Dimitri's shoulder a little squeeze.]

It doesn't bother me, Dimitri - I just wasn't sure if you were okay with me seeing anything. I know I wouldn't really want my scars there to be visible without my knowledge, either, y'know? It's just up to you.

Does it still count as scars...

[Excuse him as he just... puts his hand over the eyepatch. There. That should be a good substitute.]

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