[Maybe later he will fully appreciate the consideration and Youth's patience with him, but not now. Now he's too ill and beginning to realize it, to appreciate much of anything. He doesn't hate Youth, he's frustrated, with himself and his own body, and with the fact that he'll have to rely on Youth for something as simple as this is.]
I'd hope so. [He murmurs, not really sure what he's saying anymore. The arm steadies him, and leaning into Youth, Bell lets Youth lead him. There's a familiarity to this, even if he is reluctant to surrender this kind of control. If he doesn't fight it, it feels...almost ok.]
...Yeah. [He nods a little and stumbles into Youth.] ...that's good. ...put your hands all over me... [He's getting dizzier and Bell's afraid he's going to have to admit defeat. He can't fight this fever on his own, and when he gets to the bathroom, he leans on the counter, feeling weaker than ever.] ...Youth, it's really hot.
In person
[Maybe later he will fully appreciate the consideration and Youth's patience with him, but not now. Now he's too ill and beginning to realize it, to appreciate much of anything. He doesn't hate Youth, he's frustrated, with himself and his own body, and with the fact that he'll have to rely on Youth for something as simple as this is.]
I'd hope so. [He murmurs, not really sure what he's saying anymore. The arm steadies him, and leaning into Youth, Bell lets Youth lead him. There's a familiarity to this, even if he is reluctant to surrender this kind of control. If he doesn't fight it, it feels...almost ok.]
...Yeah. [He nods a little and stumbles into Youth.] ...that's good. ...put your hands all over me... [He's getting dizzier and Bell's afraid he's going to have to admit defeat. He can't fight this fever on his own, and when he gets to the bathroom, he leans on the counter, feeling weaker than ever.] ...Youth, it's really hot.