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[Action, November 10th]

[musubi]

[So he thinks.

When he lays back down in bed, he'll find Isamu's eyes cracked open and staring sleepily at him. His absence was notable enough to filter through Isamu's subconscious and waken him, leaving him worried until the bond's return.

He's aware the feeling is irrational, of course. Richard is free to go wherever he wants. That's the only reason he hadn't gotten up to go looking.

Still, a warning might have been nice.]

[Action, November 10th]

[ledbythewind]

[Richard's first (and logical) assumption is that he hadn't been quite as quiet when it came to coming in and undressing as he'd thought, and that he'd ended up awakening Isamu somewhere in that process, or perhaps just by climbing back into bed. He offers his friend a faint, apologetic little smile as he curls close again, glad for Isamu's warmth after the chill of the air outside.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. You can go back to sleep.

[musubi]

Where did you go?

[Is it honestly important? Not really. But he likes to know.]

[ledbythewind]

I went to pick up a few things that I think we both need.

[He sits up a little and gestures to the bottles of alcohol. If Isamu is going to stay awake, then he's more than happy to start getting into them now. They might do some good against the nightmares, if nothing else.]

[musubi]

[Isamu's eyes narrow at the bottles, then at Richard.]

This early, man?

[ledbythewind]

Is there a reason to wait until later?

[His nerves are frayed about as far as they can go right now; he'd like to be able to at least get some decent sleep for a change.]

[musubi]

The fact that I'm only half awake, my stomach is empty, and it's just generally frowned upon?

[And he's been trying to avoid drinking so it doesn't become a habit. Unlike some people he could name.]

[ledbythewind]

[It's too late for Richard to worry about it becoming a habit, which is probably why he doesn't care and is already pouring himself a glass.]

I can get you something from the kitchen if you feel up to eating. I don't think anyone here is going to frown upon this, not after that draft.

[There's a slight undercurrent of annoyance to his voice, the result of the accumulation of stress from everything. He's tired, he still doesn't feel right, and to be honest, he'd like to be able to just go to sleep and sleep for a week.]

[musubi]

[Isamu sighs, running a hand over his face before holding it out to the blond.]

[ledbythewind]

[To his credit, Richard only pours half a glass for Isamu, pausing long enough to give his friend's hair an affectionate ruffle before handing the glass over.

That done, he'll settle back against the pillows and sip at his own glass.]

To be honest, I'm not even sure how many days we've been sleeping like this.

[musubi]

[Well, his hair is probably mussed up enough anyway...

He sips from his glass and winces. His stomach won't appreciate this.]

Does it really matter?

[ledbythewind]

Probably not. I don't know. Even though we're back, in a way it feels like we aren't back at all. Does that make any sense?

[musubi]

I guess...

Yeah. Yeah, I get what you're saying. It's depressing, though.

[ledbythewind]

Is there anything that has happened in the past two weeks that hasn't been depressing?

[It's a weak attempt at humor, but he tries. He even manages a slight (albeit wry) smile as he says this.]

[musubi]

I didn't die.

[He raises a finger for emphasis, though honestly dying might have made the situation less painful.]

[ledbythewind]

You're right-- none of us did. I can't begin to express how grateful I am for that.

[But that also begs the question...]

How is your body feeling now?

[musubi]

Better than it has been.

[He runs a hand through mussed hair.]

I need to get up and about more. Might help.

[ledbythewind]

[He nods.]

It might, but I don't want you to push yourself. Even Cheria's healing can only do so much.

[And, frankly, it's comfortable here in the blanket nest. He's still feeling generally off enough himself that he's not sure HE wants to be up and about for too long either.]

I'm just sorry I couldn't do more to help.

[musubi]

Richard. You've done all you can. I wouldn't ask anything else of you.

You take too much on yourself.

[He gestures to the bottles.]

I don't want to wallow, though. I've done that before. I felt pathetic for it.

[ledbythewind]

I know.

[He sighs, leaning his head back against the headboard and shutting his eyes.]

I know I shouldn't do this, but... I don't know what else to do. I just... feel so pathetic. I'm a king. I should be able to do more to help people.

[musubi]

Shit, man. Kings aren't perfect. No one is.

You do what you can. You're a hell of a lot better person than me, that's for sure.

[ledbythewind]

[Now Richard opens his eyes to look over at Isamu and gives a shake of his head.]

You don't exactly give yourself enough credit either. You fought for me out there. That isn't something that just anyone could do, especially someone only armed with a piece of wood.

[musubi]

I think I just wanted to hurt things at that point. I don't know if you'd call it heroic.

[He rubs at the back of his neck.]

[ledbythewind]

Heroic or not, it still took courage.

[... okay, so he's gonna take another sip of his drink, because the glass is still in his hands, and he might as well finish it off, right?]

Sometimes it's hard to believe that you're the same person I met two years ago.

[musubi]

[Don't say things like that. Now his face is turning pinkish.]

How's that? Am I not being enough of an arrogant twerp?