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[dranksforthememories]

WHAT what you want
WHERE where you want
WHEN Day ""135""

[The rain has cleared, but it appears to have left some people with a case of the sniffles! The magic sniffles. Even if you've never been sick a day in your life, you might not find yourself immune. Then again, maybe you have a terrible immune system and you're fine. I'm not the magic sniffles police.

Symptoms May Include:

- runny nose
- sore throat
- fever
- thinking you're going to cough or sneeze but actually what comes out is A BURST OF THE TRUTH
- waking up in someone else's bed
- joint aches

At least the sketchy pop-up pharmacy at the mall has a special on tissues and nyquil?]

Comments

[coldhand]

[yeah, is it ever. Bucky leaves him just for a moment, coming back with a glass of water and a damp washcloth]

Thinking maybe another minute?

[divasterous]

[sits up so he can wring out the cloth, then gets it damp again, coming her hair back out of the way]

Well, I do hope he likes me. [a little huff of amusement]

I guess . . . I've just continued to try to be like that? Since it makes him smile so much.

[ribblerouser]

[I'm absolutely gonna catch this huh. Slides an arm around him] I'll pop you back in bed then get you medicine, all right?

[starspangledman]

Maybe—another.

[taking the water gratefully, water is great]

[divasterous]

I'm not leaving you alone.

[starspangledman]

[leans against him, bracing himself]

All right. Thank you.

[starspangledman]

[shakes his head]

No, just...keep your distance?

[coldhand]

That’s not such a bad way to be. If it makes you happy.

Either way, I can’t imagine Steve marrying anyone he doesn’t like.

[coldhand]

[and putting the cloth to the back of his neck]

Yeah, maybe that’s a good idea.

[divasterous]

Do you . . . think it's good? Us.

[ribblerouser]

Poor sweetheart. Being sick is no fun. [leading him back, gentle]

[coldhand]

Why wouldn’t I?

[starspangledman]

[he sighs, leaning back into it]

...just like old times.

[starspangledman]

I've got experience with it...

[divasterous]

No, I mean . . . I really want to know? If you think I'm . . . good for him. It was very—fast.

[coldhand]

[sitting beside him on the floor]

Maybe a little. You’re still taller?

[ribblerouser]

Me too. Not recently, you said?

[divasterous]

Pass.

[shifting to slide his hands under him]

Up. Into bed.

[coldhand]

[chewing her lip briefly]

I think Steve is good for himself. He never really needed someone else to be good for him. He just needs someone who sees that and stands by him.

[divasterous]

[. . . hums softly to himself]

[starspangledman]

Doesn't seem like that makes it—[cough cough]—easier.

[starspangledman]

Seventy years...

[starspangledman]

Vas—

[he's not really protesting though, going along with that motion]

[coldhand]

You don’t think you’re good for him?

[coldhand]

No, don’t figure it does.

Need a hand getting to bed?