[Ryuji might not be hiding what's happening to him as well as he thinks, if only because Dave's well aware that veins travel in only one direction, and to one direct point in the body. he has no way of knowing how bad it is, or how bad it's going to get, without demanding that he see it, but in this moment, at least, he's reasonably satisfied that Ryuji will go get it looked at. there's nothing else he can do. he doesn't have any other ideas right now.]
[and even if he's fully aware that there's nothing he can do, and even if he just outright admitted it, it's so, so hard to stop having the thought that agreeing here feels like he's giving up. it's the same stubborn overprotectiveness that drew the two of them to one another in the first place. he needs to stop being sick, to cool off so he can think straight and try something.]
Yeah. All right. [there's a bold thought, that Dave's going to stop worrying. but he lets go of Ryuji's wrist, fumbling with his own smartwatch for a minute, until it slides off and he deposits it into Ryuji's open palm.]
[it's ... not entirely clear what Dave wants him to do with it, because he doesn't actually specify. he could be giving Ryuji permission to go shitposting under @turntechGodhead. maybe he thinks Ryuji needs to take measurements for that smartwatch cozy they were snarking at each other over earlier.]
[or maybe, Dave wants to make sure that what Ryuji's said does happen — that he's going to go out there, get taken care of, then find his way back here. he'll need the watch to open the door, after all.]
[... what was he supposed to be doing? oh, right. sleeping. it'd probably be more comfortable if he moved to actually lie down, but he just relaxes where he is instead. and maybe just goes ahead and says his next thought out loud.]
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[and even if he's fully aware that there's nothing he can do, and even if he just outright admitted it, it's so, so hard to stop having the thought that agreeing here feels like he's giving up. it's the same stubborn overprotectiveness that drew the two of them to one another in the first place. he needs to stop being sick, to cool off so he can think straight and try something.]
Yeah. All right. [there's a bold thought, that Dave's going to stop worrying. but he lets go of Ryuji's wrist, fumbling with his own smartwatch for a minute, until it slides off and he deposits it into Ryuji's open palm.]
[it's ... not entirely clear what Dave wants him to do with it, because he doesn't actually specify. he could be giving Ryuji permission to go shitposting under @turntechGodhead. maybe he thinks Ryuji needs to take measurements for that smartwatch cozy they were snarking at each other over earlier.]
[or maybe, Dave wants to make sure that what Ryuji's said does happen — that he's going to go out there, get taken care of, then find his way back here. he'll need the watch to open the door, after all.]
[... what was he supposed to be doing? oh, right. sleeping. it'd probably be more comfortable if he moved to actually lie down, but he just relaxes where he is instead. and maybe just goes ahead and says his next thought out loud.]
You're not wrong, though? 'Bout the ass. [Dave.]