Character A pathetically leaning against B with their full weight.
Their tired eyes fighting to stay open, lids and lashes quivering and fluttering uselessly. They aren't sure what B's reaction to their state is, a part of them dreading what they might see. Different part of them harboring hope of being treated delicately, gently. They chance a small, wet sniffle, lips quiverring at the feather like tickle dancing at the edge of their nostrils. Another stronger sniffle doesn't move the sensation along at all.
With a lack of their usual fanfare and theatrics, A lets out a defeated, sad, half mumbled confession.
" 'm feelin' unwell."
Character B has never been more turned on and conflicted. Placing a comforting hand across A's back to provide some small comfort, they hope their heartbeat isn't hammering as loudly as it is in their ears.





