SATURDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL (The World)

[gluttoning]

[FOOTBALL NOISES

aka this for IRL football watching or any communications outside Fragment. Yay football. :)]

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[tinged]

So give us your smiles and your frowns, too. The line between your brow when you’re thinking, your straightforward eyes when you’re serious. Give us those things. You’re the only one who can.

[ more hugs would be nice, too. kisses, cuddles. but just this hug is enough.

they add, quietly: ]

I’m also… really tired, Bear. So this helps a lot.

[gluttoning]

[It's the addition that gets to him deeper than anything else.

Carefully, he adjusts his grip on them. He doesn't have the strength to pull them into the bed with him, not with his entire leg immobilized. But...]

...I won't tell if you need to take a nap here. Booker does it all the time.

You've been doing a lot, haven't you... you should rest.

[tinged]

Mmm… [ tempting… but… ] It would only be fair if we both nap.

And afterward, we can eat together? A real lunch.

[ not hospital food. ]

[gluttoning]

I could go for a nap if we can keep you off my leg and arms. That shouldn't be hard. [The power of painkillers, etc.]

I can't really eat anything more than what they give me right now. But you can get lunch and bring it back later, if you want. I'll try to eat with you.

[Try being the key word, given how many things are half eaten next to him.]

[tinged]

Deal. [ if it’s together, then hani doesn’t need much convincing, do they? they nod against him.

it takes some careful navigation before hani is settled by his side with a yawn. it’s not a tangle of limbs like during the picnic. the parts of the bear that are raw and broken won’t mend in a night, but he’s not alone. it’s cozy in the way a bear and a bird can come together and make it work, a shared space for both.

hani’s so tired that they drift almost immediately, murmuring: ]

…And later, one more bite than this morning… and one more bite than that tonight. Li’l by li’l…

Cw: ed mention

[gluttoning]

[...Ah. Is Hani worried about...

...

He lets one arm drap overtop them loosely, fingers gently carding their hair. They're so small in comparison... He's still not sure how someone that isn't a child can be quite so small.

The nurses might throw a fuss if they come in to this. But right now there were no nurses or doctors or brothers or anybody else. Just him, and Hani, and the thrum of machines.]

...Don't worry, Hani. It's...

[...

His free hand curls against his stomach, his eyes drifting to the table. The urge to gorge himself scratches against the constant observation. The urge to just force himself out of bed is stopped by the pain. It claws like a caged animal. He feels miserable.

Hungry.

...]

It's not going anywhere.