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[deaftly]

[He doesn't remember anything. All he knows is that there's a bright light in his face and he just wants to sleep. After a couple of minutes of tossing and turning he finally opens his eyes and sits up. The room he's in is perfectly white, without any sort of interesting features. There's a desk and a chair, but nothing on either of them. They're as white as the walls and floor, and on closer inspection, the bed he's in is just as white and spotless as the rest of the room. The sheets are a bit on the stiff side even though he's been sleeping under them, and the bed is kind of hard for his liking, so he finally squirms out from under the covers and stands.

The clothes he's wearing strike him as being wrong, though he can't recall what the "right" clothes would be. They're white - like everything else - and they're very simple. He doesn't have anything to compare them to, but the material is soft and kind of thin and feels a little odd. He shrugs off his confusion about the clothes and starts for the door. Even the doorknob is white, which strikes him as strange for about half a second before he yanks the door open.

The room that he enters is spacious. Like the room he woke up in, everything is white. There's a sofa, a small table in front of the sofa, and a couple of plush chairs. There's a couple of doors leading elsewhere, and his first order of business is to see where they lead. One leads to a perfectly white kitchen which isn't interesting right now (though some part of him wonders if the food will be just as white) and the other door he comes to is locked. There should be a front door around here somewhere though, right? He doesn't want to be here. He can't remember why he's here (or anything, really) but being here doesn't seem right.]

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[alchemicals]

...Oh.

[He stops shuffling at that, headtilting a little.]

I guess I've been tired lately, yeah. It's not like I'm sick or feverish or anything, though.

[deaftly]

You sure?

[How can Kimbley be so casual about that? Sure, it's not like there's much to do here, but sleeping all the time doesn't seem normal. If that was what he was doing just to pass time that's one thing, but Kimbley seems tired a lot. Naki looks kind of troubled by this, though that might just be him not knowing how to express whatever it is he's feeling.]

[alchemicals]

Yeah...?

[He pauses for a moment before going back to shuffling the deck.]

...You sure you're okay?

[deaftly]

Of course I'm fine.

[Naki moves to prop his chin on his hand, glancing at the cards Kimbley's shuffling. He's silent for a long time before finally opening his mouth again.]

...You'd say something if you weren't feeling well, right?

[alchemicals]

...If I thought it was worth mentioning.

[That's...probably not the answer Naki's looking for, but it feels weird lying to the guy.]

[deaftly]

Why wouldn't it be worth mentioning?

[alchemicals]

Would it bother you if I wasn't feeling well?

[deaftly]

Well, yeah, of course it would! You're my friend!

[Not "you're the only other person in here" or "if something happens to you I'll be alone", no of course not. Because this is Naki we're dealing with, so obviously we're friends.]

[alchemicals]

See, that's why there's no sense in saying anything.

[His words are patient, though. Not exactly gentle, but kind of like he's explaining something to a kid regardless.]

It's just going to stress you out, and if it's something that I can get over there's no point.

[deaftly]

But--! But what if something happens? What if you don't get over it? What if you--

[He doesn't continue that, instead shaking his head and slamming his hands down on the table.]

Don't just keep shit from me! That's-- That's not gonna help any!!

[Despite the increase in volume, it's obvious that Naki's not angry, just scared.]

[alchemicals]

[The sudden slam against the table startles him and he jerks back in his chair a bit; he doesn't seem like he's going anywhere, though, outside of the initial reaction.]

Do you really think I'm going to give that sick fuck the satisfaction of seeing me die in here?!

[deaftly]

No, of course not but-- but that's not something you can just decide! You can't just say "well fuck him, I'm just going to refuse to die" and just... not die, it doesn't work like that!! If it did then no one would ever die!!

[Naki moves to set his hands on his knees once he realizes that they're shaking badly, but that doesn't keep his shoulders from twitching. It also looks like he's on the verge of tears so have fun with that, Kimbley.]

[alchemicals]

Yeah, but -

[...Wh...What are you doing, hold on, there's something else to be concerned with here - ]

Are you crying?

[deaftly]

Um... s-sorta?

[Is that a bad thing? He didn't think it was. Naki runs his sleeve across his eyes, but that's not doing much to stop the tears.]

[alchemicals]

...Hey, come on. You don't have to cry over me.

[He has no idea what to do with this and it's obvious; apparently he's just going to...kind of keep talking at Naki anyway, because that's as valid a solution as any.]

I'm going to be okay. I've got control over this, and it's going to work out. I'm not going to let anything happen.

[deaftly]

Y-Yeah I do! You're my friend!

[Maybe if he stresses it Kimbley will understand just how important it is!!

He tries to settle down, but this really just ends up with Naki kind of hiccuping and... still crying of course.]

[alchemicals]

[For a long moment he isn't sure what to do with himself and it's obvious; he sets the cards down on the table and stands up eventually, though, trying to ignore the sudden rush of blood to the head that comes with the movement.]

Look, just...come here, okay?

[deaftly]

[Naki runs his sleeve over his eyes again, but he stands and approaches Kimbley, still looking pretty lost. Somehow the crying is the most familiar thing about this situation and he's really not sure what that says about him.]

[alchemicals]

[He's been avoiding touching Naki this entire time they've been in here; it's less that he's repulsed by him - he's not - and more that the idea of initiating physical contact weirds him out for some reason. He's usually content to keep his distance and not touch the guy at all, but this...

...This is bothering him for some reason. He doesn't know why, it just is.

So he just...steps forward and reaches out a bit, and the motion is tentative and hesitant at first but after a moment he just pulls Naki forward and when he hugs him it's the most awkward gesture in the world but it doesn't take long for his grip to tighten around his body, holding him close.]

...You're dumb as hell.

[...And that's sort of muffled.]

I'm okay. I promise.

[deaftly]

[For a long moment Naki doesn't seem to know what to do with himself. He can't decide where to put his hands or what to do with his face, so the result is that he looks kind of alarmed. The words are what finally do him in and Naki reaches up to grip the back of Kimbley's shirt and suddenly he's bawling, the hiccups getting worse whenever he tries to catch his breath. Words aren't happening obviously, but this is really appreciated. He still can't remember anything, but he gets the feeling he hasn't been held like this in a very long time, and somehow this is making things even more difficult, though he's not sure if they're worse like this or better.]

[alchemicals]

Ah, shit...

[There's not much else he can think of to say to someone suddenly sobbing on him, and the words leave him before he can really stop them; for some reason, though, the longer this goes on, the more relaxed he seems to be with it. He isn't sure if he's done anything like this before he was brought here or not, but either way he just lets himself hold Naki tightly with one hand while the other finds the back of his hair, stroking it and letting his fingers run through it, the gesture surprisingly gentle.]

I'm not going to leave you, remember? I promised that I'm not going to do that to you.

[deaftly]

[Eventually Naki manages to get some sort of hold of himself and the deluge of tears goes back to sniffles. He's certainly not moving though, because this is weirdly comfortable. Kind of strange, but definitely comfortable. He also loosens his hold on Kimbley's shirt, since he's a little worried about ripping holes in it with how tightly he's been clinging. It takes him a little bit longer to manage words, and they're punctuated by hiccups.]

I-- Y-Yeah. Yeah, you promised s-so... so don't... don't fuck up, okay?

[It's definitely not eloquent and it's not even exactly what he wants to say, but it's the closest thing he can manage so it'll have to do.]

[alchemicals]

I'm not going to fuck up.

[The response is easy, almost automatically so; he doesn't stop playing with Naki's hair.]

...Look, I haven't been feeling well, but I'm on top of it, okay?

[deaftly]

...Okay.

[He's silent for a long time and slowly the hiccups begin to die down as well. When Naki speaks again he sounds... kind of muffled, but at least he's not crying anymore.]

...Don't you dare die on me. I don't want to be left alone again.

[alchemicals]

Yeah. It's like I promised, okay? I'm not going to leave you.

[He's all right with not pulling away for the time being; he just keeps holding him for a while, and after a moment his eyes slide closed a bit -

And that's when something hits him, and it's as sudden and as certain as that time they'd been handing those containers in the fridge, and he tenses up immediately.]

...Holy shit.

[That weird thought pattern isn't going away; he shifts a little, though he doesn't pull away - if anything, he wants to prolong contact.]

You feel weird as hell.