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You can think of a better reason to spend the whole day in bed? Scratch that, so can I.

thats not gonna happen in the medbay anytime soon.

Haha. Like anyone would want to sleep with you looking like that anyway. Your eyes have turned green, I'm pretty sure that's a turnoff for everyone except Kirk.

"Anytime soon", huh?

its not gonna happen in the first place? theres no prospectives if thats what youre asking.

Edited 2012-06-18 14:37 (UTC)

Nah I was commenting on the fact that you seem to have thought about having sex in the medbay already.

i havent had time to think about that. ive been too busy being in a coma.

I heard rumours of a cure.

thats cause there is one. worked pretty fast, too.

would you have been there if it hadnt?

sorry i didnt mean it like that. i just wouldnt have known if you were.

I know what you're saying.

The decision had already been made when I went down to see you. Not been easy knowing you coulda died and I hadn't said goodbye properly.

And I didn't mean that the way it came out either.

i was just curious. i wouldnt want to watch you die either.

and now you dont even have to say goodbye.

Till when? It's only a matter of time.

then we worry about it then.

And for the record I did sit with you for a while. But I figured I ought to get out while I still could, considering I was going to end up back in there sooner or later myself.

You want me to bring you some soup?

i believe you. probably better that you did.

and yeah sure. id take some soup.

[ Nathan didn't want to go back down to sickbay at least until he was feeling as awful as Peter was when he came in, but he was shaky on his feet to say the least, his eyes rimmed with blue, his skin tinged, blackness inching down his fingers. People were starting to be treated with the cure, but it was limited, and some were sicker than he was, so until it was literally forced on him, he was going to wait it out, put up with suffering until he couldn't take it any more.

He carried down a bowl of soup wrapped in a blanket to keep warm, and when he entered the sickbay it was like coming home, back to something familiar. He navigated it easily, found Peter's bed and sank down into the chair near him, unfolding his bundle. ]

Hey. You look better already.

[ Peter was sitting up, feet curled up underneath him because he was already tired of being forced to lay down and stay put. He would stay in the medbay, grumpily, but he wasn't going to lay down anymore even if it made the world swim more than it should, and even if his stomach complained with every tip of his head. He was still being administered fluids but he was convinced he could leave. Sort of.

But there was something about being sick that just made Peter want basic comforts, and so Nathan's appearance alone perked him up, making him sit up a little straighter and pulling his knees up to his chest in an attempt to get comfortable. Just wanting Nathan somewhere nearby. ]

Yeah, so i've heard.

[ It was just... Nice. Being able to get closer to Peter again, to rebuild bridges he hadn't known until recently how much he wanted to rebuild. They'd lost so much, suffered so much, and this place was out to get them. They needed to look out for other, not be at odds for something better left at home.

He settled the bundle on Peter's chest, sliding out the cup of hot soup - capped - and while holding it in place with one hand, reached across to gently help Peter to sit forward, angling himself inward toward his brother's shoulder. ]

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