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the cure for what ails ya [open]
(slight sickness related grossness in the following)
He wakes up sore, and not in a fun way. He groans, and every muscle in his body protests as he swings his legs around the edge of the bed and sits up. What the hell is this? He stomach feels wrong and his head is pounding like he's got the worst hangover imaginable. Actually, worse than imaginable because when he attempts to heal himself, nothing happens.
There's something on his face- he lifts a hand and "Ughh-" that's definitely snot on his face. There is snot where it definitely should not be. At least when he goes to wipe it away, it disappears.
Whatever this is, he clearly needs help. A moment later, he arrives lying face down on Johnny's bed.
He groans. "Johnny, I've been cursed. Probly the rift. You need to-" He waves a hand vaguely then coughs, and for a moment he feels like he might just keep coughing forever, but it passes. "-call Aziraphale. He needs to come'n do something." He's ill. Surely this is what it feels like to be deathly ill, and if Aziraphale can't heal him, maybe he can reverse whatever curse the rift or whoever has put on him.
(He'll be with Johnny for a while, but later he'll be up at his place again, likely flopped in bed. Anyone is free to visit then)
He wakes up sore, and not in a fun way. He groans, and every muscle in his body protests as he swings his legs around the edge of the bed and sits up. What the hell is this? He stomach feels wrong and his head is pounding like he's got the worst hangover imaginable. Actually, worse than imaginable because when he attempts to heal himself, nothing happens.
There's something on his face- he lifts a hand and "Ughh-" that's definitely snot on his face. There is snot where it definitely should not be. At least when he goes to wipe it away, it disappears.
Whatever this is, he clearly needs help. A moment later, he arrives lying face down on Johnny's bed.
He groans. "Johnny, I've been cursed. Probly the rift. You need to-" He waves a hand vaguely then coughs, and for a moment he feels like he might just keep coughing forever, but it passes. "-call Aziraphale. He needs to come'n do something." He's ill. Surely this is what it feels like to be deathly ill, and if Aziraphale can't heal him, maybe he can reverse whatever curse the rift or whoever has put on him.
(He'll be with Johnny for a while, but later he'll be up at his place again, likely flopped in bed. Anyone is free to visit then)
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When Mako thinks his name, it comes to him as clearly as if she had said it aloud. It's a bit better than when Johnny had said it, maybe because it was only in her mind. He didn't have the jumble of hearing his name aloud at the same time that he heard it in her mind.
"It's usually... It's nice. Sick ruins everything." His gaze slides over to her, and he gestures to her for Johnny's sake. "Do like Mako. That was better."
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"Do like Mako what?" he says. "You mean like say nothing?" Without leaving room for a reply, he barrels on indomitably: "Gabe, please eat your soup. I made it for you."
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Not like you'd know how that feels, says her brain in Raleigh's voice, dryly, am I right?
She gives herself a small shake. She isn't talking to herself, especially not now.
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He raises an eyebrow at Johnny over his mug of lukewarm tea, entirely missing whatever internal dialogue Mako is having. "Does adding one ingredient to canned soup count as making soup now?" He takes a moment in which he contemplates whatever ungodly thing his stomach is doing before he sighs and nods. Maybe he'll survive the soup. He can't stand Johnny sitting there frowning at him. "Okay." Instead of taking the bowl, which seems unwieldy, he switches the contents of the mug and bowl.
He looks down into the mug like it might contain something poisonous and mumbles out, "Bu' only because you're cute an' I love you."
He takes a little sip of the soup. Even with the pepper it still tastes a little bland to his tongue, but it doesn't immediately kill him, so maybe it's alright. And maybe they'll stop pestering him about the fucking soup now that he's had some.
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"Yeah, well-" he starts just as Gabe mumbles out the next thing, and he falls abruptly, awkwardly silent. He feels his face and his ears getting hot. Great.
It's still weird, hearing him say it like that, and it still gives him this kneejerk desire to recoil and push away. But it's getting easier to restrain that reflex. He dips his head down, trying to compose himself.
"Well, sorry I can't spin shit straight out of the ether," he says wryly, as though nothing happened, (studiously avoiding Mako's gaze), "and also that you don't have any raw ingredients."
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Almost immediately, the triumph tides into hesitation, then puzzlement.
"Did you switch them?" she asks, looking between mug and bowl and noting the shift in hue of the contents.
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"Mako, lookit him blush." Well, he can still embarrass Johnny. That doesn't take much effort at all, and it makes Johnny blush more, which is is like a bonus for putting in the effort.
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See, two can play at this game. And Mako's gotta be more interested in how Gabe works than how Johnny's face is a little flushed. Shut up Gabe.
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It does not escape her notice that Johnny is indeed blushing, all the more luminously now that Gabe has actively pointed it out.
"It might be a little less wise to do that sort of thing while you're sick," she remarks, her eyes a little too innocent and her tone a little too controlled to not be wavering under the strain of maintaining a straight face.
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He pouts. "I can put my soup anywhere I want."
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She doesn't know if there's a psychological element to it, or if such a thing would even work on a superhuman being that has no previous experience in being sick.
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He shoves the mug in Johnny's direction until he takes it from him, then scoots down again until he's completely horizontal. This feels better.
"I had a dog named Buddy," he mumbles out, as he reaches out for the hand settled on his stomach and links his fingers with Johnny's. He moves both hands up to rest on his chest instead because his stomach feels like a precarious place for any sort of weight to be resting right now, but he does like having the point of contact. His eyes slip closed. "He was kinda like Scout. Different colors. Shorter hair."
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"Yeah?" he says quietly, not wanting to give him anything new to think about. Let him doze off thinking about his old dog.
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Mako sits back and lets Johnny take over. She doesn't want to jar Gabe awake.