Drift Fleet // Canon? AU?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[at some point, in all this madness, he manages to sneak some time for his favorite monster. even though he feels all kinds of shitty himself, he makes it to the other ship, through their (unimpressive) security, and into Tek's room. he knows he's in there, so he lets himself in, taking off most of his clothes and snaking under a couple of layers of blankets.

it's not quite as nice as the one back in Accord. he misses that bed too.]

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[heresyandlace]

[not nearly as nice as Accord, and it's not really doing its job.

it had been an overheated mess earlier, while his fever revved up and burned hot. he'd kicked blankets into awkward corners earlier and left them there, so that when his energy inevitably switched polarity on him, they weren't within nice easy reach.

so, the stuff he's covered with now is mostly towels that were supposed to be making up the walls and understructure of the nest, and sheets that he's supposed to be laying on top of. it's all twisted around.

but now he's sluggish and cold and too tired to do anything about it. when Robin goes tunneling in, he barely peeks over from the balled up sheet he's currently using as a pillow, and grumbles into it. it could have been considered a whine if his face hadn't been so muffled.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hi, Tek. Come here.

[ah, he'll reach over and try his best to nudge Tek up in his direction. he almost feels bad for him--which, in itself, is a treat. he can't help but grin while he discerns the mess of blankets and towels and tries to get the bundle of sheets away from him.]

[heresyandlace]

[he complains, at first. partly because his first thought was that Crowley came back, and secondly because he's just crabby and moving is the last thing he wants to do.

but then he remembers that Robin has bodyheat, and he lethargically elbows himself over.

he's still hanging onto that sheet though.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Jeez... [he finally... gives up, wrapping what little of the sheet he can get around Tek's shoulders and trying to get him settled comfortably against his shoulder.] You feel like a corpse. A clammy, whiny corpse.

[but he finds some towel to prop his own head up with, and wiggles around to snatch up various blankets and pillows and reconstruct the nest around the both of them.]

[heresyandlace]

Shut up. [he growls, without energy]

You're ruining it...

[he's all fussy, and so starts trying to rearrange what Robin is trying to fix.

nothing is how it should be. it's all wrong. he feels terrible. his life is over.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh, Robin just shushes him and rubs his shoulder. and then... rubs his neck, which eases naturally into him running his palm over the back of his head, ruffling all the hair there...

simmer down, dragonman. just let him arrange things.]

[heresyandlace]

[he growls again... but it's sort of slowly changing into a disgruntled groan.

and his eyes are starting to look heavy again. but he's fighting it!]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he giggles just a little... as he puts more focus on dragging his fingers through his hair...]