❝ You shouldn't worry too much , I am sure it will work out if not we are here to help you know ? ❞
get them while they are hot. accepting.
“I-I can’t help it.” the grunt all but painfully whines between clenched teeth, trying not to lean too heavily on the other as he curls into himself. one day if his shitty immune system didn’t kill him, lyle was sure his nerves undoubtedly would do him in. but it was nice that cass had been willing to listen to lyle’s rather dumb woes, especially since the grunt had cried for a good half & hour during his rambling, reduced to wet sniffles now. it was a simple problem to most, but a huge inconvenience to lyle himself.
“but th-thanks.” lyle is sure he’s feverish now by how he’s exhausted himself, but he acts on a sudden whim & slides their hot n cold hands together, only to place a weak kiss on the back of other’s hand in appreciation, puffy eyes slanted near closed as he does so. pink lingers on the freckled bridge of his nose. his breathing seems to have slowed away from rattled hiccups.
“I guess I’ll keep you updated…” he grumbles & scrubs at his face with his free hand.