[ he gives matt's shoulder a gentle squeeze before he pulls back, gesturing down the hall. his rooms, shared with armand, are tidy for the most part, but the dichotomy of he and his lover is apparent in the bed alone. one side primly neat and practical. his side? the bedside table overrun with books, even one on his pillow left split open to mark a spot.
he listens for daniel, for armand, and hearing nothing, he ushers matt in, tugging up one of the chairs for him to sit in. ]
You don't feel anything else do you? Sick, anything like that?
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[ he gives matt's shoulder a gentle squeeze before he pulls back, gesturing down the hall. his rooms, shared with armand, are tidy for the most part, but the dichotomy of he and his lover is apparent in the bed alone. one side primly neat and practical. his side? the bedside table overrun with books, even one on his pillow left split open to mark a spot.
he listens for daniel, for armand, and hearing nothing, he ushers matt in, tugging up one of the chairs for him to sit in. ]
You don't feel anything else do you? Sick, anything like that?