[closed] March Catch All

[nastyboy]

Who: Team Femblemtroika (Grant, Chip, Dimitri, Sylvain, Claude, Felix, Jinx, Razor, Ashe, Annette, Lysithea - with people going in and out as they please)
What: Please let this group just fall asleep in Olivine for a while with nothing exploding, they beg you
When: March
Where: The Olivine City general area
Rating: T

Comments

[woofdad]

Yeah, same here... [He lets out a breath, gives Dimitri a gentle squeeze.] It sucks. 'M sorry you've got to deal with that... and that you hate crying.

[Not that Grant's a huge fan of it, either.]

[nastyboy]

Mmm...

[Just a soft, miserable noise of agreement.]

...What do you hate most about it, Grant? About... missing it?

[woofdad]

[What he hates the most... Grant thinks for a few moments, turning the question over in his head before he speaks.]

I think, more than anything practical, I hate that... that my body was changed like that. Something so permanent, not to mention visible, that's gonna affect the rest of my life... that thought bothers me more than the actual consequences, I think.

[nastyboy]

[Something permanent and visible, happening to him without his consent... Dimitri thinks he'd surrendered to it, honestly. Wasn't that just how his life was to go, after all? The Tragedy, Edelgard's betrayal, someone usurping the throne and killing his uncle, thinking he'd lost Dedue...]

[Why not one more thing to the list?]

[But for Grant...]

[Dimitri squeezes down where he holds onto the other man.]

I won't let that happen ever again... So long as I am there, I will keep you safe, Grant. I'll make you happy....

[woofdad]

Aw, Dimitri... [Grant presses a gentle kiss to Dimitri's temple.] I appreciate it, really. But I don't want you feeling like you're responsible for my safety... I'm just glad you're here with me at all.

[nastyboy]

I want you to stay safe... I want you to be happy and safe.

[But he's starting to mumble now. With the sickness, and now the headache from crying, his body is deciding it's time to start shutting down for a little bit.]

[woofdad]

I am. You don't have to worry about that.

[All that aside, he tilts his head a little to examine Dimitri's state, and rubs his shoulder gently. Looks like he's running out of steam... it's definitely for the best that he sleep, but Grant supposes it would be better if it weren't while sitting on the floor, and trapping Grant here in the process.] Hey, Dimitri... d'you think you can get back up on the bed if I help you?

[nastyboy]

I can get on my feet. [Dimitri would probably say this even if he couldn't, honestly, but hey. He starts to feel along the floor, pressing his palm flat against hotel carpet.] I will not have to wear a shirt, will I?

[woofdad]

No, you don't have to wear a shirt. [Said very gently and patiently. It's okay, buddy.

Grant shifts to get his feet under him, one hand resting on Dimitri's shoulder and the other on his arm to help him up.] You got your balance okay?

[nastyboy]

[Wobbling up onto his feet, Dimitri considers himself.]

I believe so, yes. Shirts are terribly hot, Grant.

[woofdad]

Good... that's good. [Is it possible for his smile to get any fonder? It sure feels like it keeps doing that.] They certainly are - at least when you're running a fever like the one you've got.

[He guides Dimitri back to the bed, making sure he keeps his balance long enough to sit down properly on the mattress.]

[nastyboy]

[Dimitri permits the guidance, especially since he just straight up falls when they reach the bed. Sighing, he turns his head to look at Grant.]

...I will get better. And be there for you. I will always be here for you. I want you to know that, Grant.

[woofdad]

[At that... Grant can't help but lean in and press a kiss to Dimitri's forehead.]

I do know. Thank you. But just focus on the getting better part for now, okay?