31. “I missed you.”
67. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
26. “Please don’t go.”
“Couldn’t find you.”
Dark has been watching over Host for a while now, and he’s already finished the first batch of paperwork he brought in with him to work on. Stranded without anything to do, he napped for a while but eventually he knows he needs to go and get more paperwork. He can’t slack off, not at the busiest time of the year.
He stands with a soft grunt, hissing as his joints all complain rather noisily as he goes. He’s smoothing out his suit when a frail hand grabs onto his sleeve and pulls his attention to the ill ego on the bed beside him.
“Host?”
“Please don’t go…”Dark sighs, gently detaching Host’s hand from his sleeve and taking it in his own hand. “I’m not going to be gone long, Host, I just need to grab a few things. Alright?” Host seems to consider his words, narrating softly in a rasped whisper. Finally, he nods his head in agreement and his hand goes slack in Dark’s.
Dark smiles, reaching out to gently sweep some of the hair off of Host’s forehead. Host hums at the cool touch, tilting his head up and forward as if trying to forcibly cool himself down with the chill of Dark’s hand. Dark chuckles at the thought, shaking his head and pulling his hand away.
“I’ll be back in a moment.”
Grabbing everything is taking longer than he expected thanks to some interruptions from the likes of the Jims and Bing. He’s just getting all of the papers neatly stacked together when Host appears in the corner of his eye, He frowns, turning to face the wobbling figure of the man he’s truly coming to call his younger brother at a worrying frequency.
“What are you doing out of bed?” Dark demands gently as he helps Host sit down in the chair behind Dark’s desk. Host pauses for a moment, swallowing before shrugging a bit meekly.
“I missed you and couldn’t find you,” he mutters out eventually. “I didn’t do it on purpose,” he adds after a moment, vaguely motioning to where he’d been standing moments ago. Dark sighs heavily, dropping his head into his hands for a moment to rub his face.“Cecil Judas Tacet, what am I going to do with you?”
“Feed me soup?” Host’s suggestion seems completely and seriously genuine, and that alone is enough to make Dark laugh. Host, fever-ridden and confused, doesn’t seem to understand what’s so funny.Dark will explain it to him later, for now he’s focused on getting his brother back to bed.
Sick!Host anon again. (Will I ever stop prompting sickfic for this poor dude? No. No I will not.) 31, 67, “Couldn’ find you,” and 26? (The poor smol bean is /super/ out of it. Dark leaves for two seconds to grab some papers and turns around to find is brother out of bed and staring at him like a lost puppy.)
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