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[That gets Oria a slightly tighter hug from him and he huffs. Fakethrun was vicious, wasn't he? Sinclair understands a little better]

I can still be annoyed.

[ At the game, at a lot of things.]

He'll be feeling bad once the glitch is fixed.

[ Oria chuckles a little and lightly pats the back of Sinclair's hand. There, there. ]

Well, he'd feel bad if he did that to you.

[ Oria doesn't expect any apology, so that's why he went all out in their catfight. ]

[ Honestly ]

And not you?

[ Oria and Mithrun did have a different understanding though. He squeezes Oria again, lets go and scoots around so they're sitting side by side]

... I'm glad you're okay though.

If I let that sort of thing affect me, I wouldn't be here today.

[ Walking it off is Oria's specialty, it seems. He adjusts his position so that he can sit by Sinclair's side, but... he gives in to pain and just... slinks onto the bed instead, lying down on his side while facing Sinclair. ]

That's why I'm glad.

[Sinclair frowns. He can see that was from pain and he glances around the room, wondering if he could see any painkillers anywhere]

Do you have medicine you should be taking?

[He remembers what it feels like to get shot, if Oria remembers the scar on his abdomen and potentially, some of the news reports. A few days wasn't exactly enough to recover]

I do, but I need to watch the dosage. I'll just have to endure it until I can take it again.

[ Truthfully, Oria just tried to keep himself sitting up so that Sinclair could be more comfortable, and this is the price he's paying now--pain that exceeds his painkiller thresholds. ]

[ He frowns and leans over to brush Oria's hair back gently. There]

You were pushing yourself.

[If there's room Sinclair will lay down with Oria so he doesn't have to look up at Sinclair anymore. It's fine!!]

[ It is a king sized bed, so there's definitely room. ]

Only for you~

[ It's definitely a lot nicer now that Sinclair is also on the bed like this. ]

I never thought I'd have you here on my bed.

[Then even if there's room, Sinclair will still scoot closer so they're almost touching. He hums a little in thought, as he rests his hand gently over Oria's cheek. Warm]

Mm? You weren't going to invite me over if you didn't get shot?

[implications are at the back of Sinclair's mind, but he's ignoring them now. Oria is injured :T]

You know, I never personally invited anyone to my house before.

[ Oria and his seven million exes and he never invited a single one into his house. Incredible. ]

Security and all that, but...

[ He closes his eyes when Sinclair's hand is on his cheek. It sure is warm. Maybe a little too warm, but not fever-like. ]

... I decided that it's fine if it's you.

Oh.

[It means a lot. He hadn't been oblivious to the odd movements, the security measures beyond even what his own company had.

Sinclair leans forward, bumping their foreheads together. Oria is definitely a little too warm. But that's okay. He wants to keep him close.]

...thank you. [For believing in him] The game is fun and all, but in the end I still think I much rather be here. [By Oria's side, in reality where possible]

On my bed?

[ Oria laughs a little. He's joking, of course. Sure. ]

I like it when you're here next to me too. And something like this...

[ He reaches out for Sinclair's free hand to lace his fingers with his, and brings it up to his mouth to kiss the back of Sinclair's hand. ]

... is something that I'll treasure, because it's in reality.

[Oria, please.

His cheeks grow hot for that kiss to his hand. Trust Oria to pull something like that despite being dazed by pain and pain meds.]

...yeah.

[He presses a kiss to Oria's forehead in turn]

I know it'll be harder, later. [When the beta has ended, when Oria is in university, when Sinclair gets caught up in tasks that might take weeks instead of days but] But I still want to be with you, every chance I can get.

Me too.

[ That's what he mentioned before, when he confessed that they might not have much more time to spend together once Oria started his university classes. ]

But you're gonna leave today, huh?

...I don't have to, if you don't want me to.

[He doesn't want to impose. But he doesn't want to leave Oria so soon either. He squeezes Oria's hand lightly. The game had made Oria honest about everything. It seems only fair to be honest himself]

Things were a mess for me on Tuesday as well. [He got kicked into some crates, barely avoided falling down the stairs...] So technically, I'm still on leave until Monday.

[ Hm. He thought he saw a little peek of something under Sinclair's clothes when he moved about, but he's not sure. ]

Ah, but then you can't play.

[ He's honestly not sure if the 4.5 patch will fix the "plague bug". ]

... What do you think? I don't think you can use my equipment either, and I don't want to play if you're here.

Hien said we should log off until it's fixed anyway. If you're here...

[He bumps their foreheads together playfully. He has some pretty large bruises all over his back. They're healing at least]

Then I don't feel like playing either.

[He'll go back home tomorrow and hopefully things are sorted by then. Hopefully]

It's a shame that I can't give you a massage right now because I'm recovering. I bet you would have liked it a lot~

[ Ever so mischievous. He bumps his nose against Sinclair's and loosely puts an arm over his side. ]

You know... I think I saw something under your clothes...

Ah--you know, I've never had one before.

[Distracted, Sinclair holds himself very still and gives a tiny huff. Okay, that's not bumping anything painful]

I don't know what you mean...?

[How could Oria have seen something? He chose baggy clothes for a reason]

Hm... Emil?

[ Oria's fingers walk on Sinclair's side and lowers to lightly tug on the hem of his sweater. ]

I'm not sure if I should ask you this, but...

[Ah. Sinclair squeaks and his hand goes down to stop Oria, only to freeze when he worries he'll hurt Oria ]

Ask me what?

Strip.

That's a big thing to ask--

[Oria, why did you have to ask it like that]

[ Oria laughs. ]

I warned you!

[ Oria tugs on the hem of Sinclair's sweater again, but then he reaches under it with a finger and pokes his skin. ]

[ Sinclair yelps, wiggling away. That actually hurt]

Oria--

[And his shirt rides up enough to show a glimpse of the very large bruise on his stomach]

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