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[mind_blown]

"This is Jason. Leave a message.

Or don't. I don't care."

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[mind_blown]

You awake?

[he nudges him towards the refilled water bottle.]

[gigadevilbreaker]

[SQUINTS... AT JASON...... like he can't believe he's real]

you're still here...

[mind_blown]

[he's real. don't make him pour the water on you, griffin.]

Drink.

[gigadevilbreaker]

[He's too groggy and dazed and headachey to refuse, so. Drink he does.]

[mind_blown]

[Jason seems satisfied, and goes back to reading the poetry book he'd eventually picked up.]

[gigadevilbreaker]

[Nero's downed half the bottle when he notices the book Jason's got.]

which one y'reading...?

[mind_blown]

Some Shakespeare stuff.

[he glances back at him, and frowns. drink all of it, asshole.]

[gigadevilbreaker]

read it out loud...?

[LOOKS UP WITH BIG HOPEFUL EYES... with the promise that he'd drink the rest of the water if he did]

[mind_blown]

[he raises his eyebrows, and then glances down at the page.

this is in his jersey brogue, rather than shakespeare. but it's read correctly.]

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Now, fucking drink.

[gigadevilbreaker]

[He makes no effort to hide how warm and fuzzy that makes him.

As promised, Nero drinks the rest of his water - and when done, remarks,]

you're real good at that

[mind_blown]

Am not.

You're just hungover.

[he closes the book and sets it aside, starting to stretch.]

[gigadevilbreaker]

my brain's shriveled up but my ears work fine

[Probably... he should let Jason go, since. He kinda hogged him all night. So Nero doesn't try to keep clinging to him, as much as he'd like to.]

[mind_blown]

Your brain's interpreting what you hear.

[when he's let go, he scooches forward, towards the edge of the bed.]

You're gonna wanna take care of all the stuff I skipped last night.

Maybe eat a lot of greasy shit-- I always find that helps.

[gigadevilbreaker]

[He looks down at the PJs... Hey...]

you always eat greasy shit.

[mind_blown]

You got me.

[he stands up, grabbing his books.]

[gigadevilbreaker]

[He starts to ooze out of bed, still clutching his pounding head, but - pauses, watching Jason get his things.]

jason?

[mind_blown]

Yeah...?

[gigadevilbreaker]

thanks.

you didn't have to... but i'm glad you did.

[mind_blown]

Don't thank me.

You texted me, but literally anyone would have done it.

[gigadevilbreaker]

[He shakes his head, only to immediately regret shaking his crusty brain around]

but you're the only one who would've stayed the whole night. and not sleep a wink.

[mind_blown]

I don't sleep.

[as if that was what Nero was complaining about.

but once his boots are on, he sits back down on the edge of the bed, reaching up to brush his hair aside.]

You look like shit.

[gigadevilbreaker]

[JUST TAKE YOUR THANKS, JASON

That small gesture, that little display of affection is enough to make Nero blush - glancing away in instinctive bashfulness before his gaze shyly flutters back to Jason's face.

With a small, amused huff, he retorts,]

good thing i still have my winning personality.

[mind_blown]

It's a very winning personality.

[he seems a little relieved to hear that from Nero.]

[gigadevilbreaker]

[That just makes Nero smile more and, after a second of thought--]

glad someone appreciates it.

[--he leans forward to give Jason a warm kiss on the cheek. So he wouldn't have to suffer rancid hangover breath.]

[mind_blown]

I'm not the only one that appreciates it.

[he just. can't help himself, dragging his hand lightly through his hair, and then dragging his fingertips softly down his cheek.]