the cure for what ails ya [open]

[has_a_horn]

(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)

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[driftseeker]

Mako grins as he starts eating at last. Victory.

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.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel curls over a little bit, keeping his hands wrapped around the mug and looking up at Johnny through slightly bleary vision. It's no fair that this is happening now. Any other time, having Mako and Johnny here would be a good time. He could get Mako to talk more about herself. But right now he doesn't have the energy for questions or the attention span to listen to the answers.

"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.

[johnny_truant]

"He does that kinda shit all the time," says Johnny, doggedly ignoring that comment, and how he's very obviously blushing even more now. "And then this one time he made candy and he was freaking out about it like he doesn't do weird physics-breaking bullshit every day. It was adorable."

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.

[driftseeker]

She has to bite the wall of her cheek to keep herself from making a vaguely amused sound that would probably end up irritating two-thirds of the people in the room. She keeps her focus locked firmly on the concept of angelic power, which serves as both an intriguing topic and a useful distraction.

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.

[has_a_horn]

"My powers aren't effected. Just my gorgeous body. So." He sniffs and then scoots down far enough that taking another sip of his soup would be a dangerous proposition. He's getting tired again, but he doesn't really want to get back up and go to the bedroom.

He pouts. "I can put my soup anywhere I want."

[johnny_truant]

"You sure can, buddy," says Johnny, not even bothering to not sound a little patronizing as he reaches out to rest a hand gently on Gabe's stomach. He always feels a little oversensitive to touch when he gets the flu, and since Gabe seems to have been gifted with every symptom, he wants to be careful. "You know a great place to put it is in you. It's good for... your fake immune system. Or something." He hesitates, then looks at Mako. "Right? Or is it just like a psychosomatic thing?" How does he not know this? Why would he know this.

[driftseeker]

"It clears sinuses," she says with a small shrug, leaping onto Johnny's question to keep herself from the temptation of laughing at the absurdity of Gabe's pouting. "And it's good to eat when you're sick. Gives your body nutrients."

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.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel makes a noncommittal noise somewhere between a groan and sigh. He likes having company, but they're both so tiring. Why can't they just talk about something normal, like sex, or the latest season of Downton Abbey?

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."

[johnny_truant]

Johnny sighs in surrender and sets the mug aside. He had one sip. That'll have to be the victory. He smiles faintly at Gabe's rambling, rubbing his thumb gently over his knuckles. He seems like he's starting to drift off, which is probably for the best.

"Yeah?" he says quietly, not wanting to give him anything new to think about. Let him doze off thinking about his old dog.

[driftseeker]

She's not sure when the conversation made the transition from debating the merits of soup to reminiscing about dogs, but she lets it happen since it seems to be succeeding in getting Gabe to lie down and rest. She thinks of Max, and smiles.

Mako sits back and lets Johnny take over. She doesn't want to jar Gabe awake.