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[shaky video at first. Sam's voice seems in the background for a moment, but it's quickly choked off with dry-heaving. The video tilts down sharply from a plaid-covered chest to bare feet, and soon after a pile of clothes. A dog lies down on them a moment later, curled up and whining softly.

The feed runs out.]

((open to anyone who wants to drop in - Sam finally caught the oubreak))

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All right. I'll be there as soon as I can.

[his tail thumps once before he curls it in.

He moves to the bed before Edgeworth gets home, curled in the center of the comforter. Gizmo has hopped up there as well, and lies next to him licking his muzzle.]

[When Edgeworth gets home, he glances about for Sam and furrows his brow when he doesn't find him. For a moment, worries that Sam might have succumbed to the illness swirl about his head before he pushes that away - at least until he's finished a tour of the apartment.

He finds Sam on the bed. Gizmo looks up at Edgeworth as he enters the bedroom; her tail thumps a few times on the bed, but she doesn't run to him, instead just staying close to Sam's side. Edgeworth comes and sits down on the bed, not altogether certain what to make of the fact that he's still canine in nature; he places a hand comfortingly on Sam's side.]

[Sam leans into him immediately, comforted by the touch and the familiar smell of his friend, even if it's tinged with uncertainty and worry. The flu has been ravaging at his insides for the past three hours - their bathroom currently reeks of Lysol, and he can still taste bile in the back of his throat.]

Sorry. [a metallic voice, no emotion. He wishes he could actually speak like this, but the collar will have to be enough.] It feels better somehow in this shape. Just give me a minute. I'll shift back.

[But Edgeworth reaches up and rubs at Sam's ears. The gesture makes him self-conscious - of course - but that self-consciousness seems foolish and petty in the face of his concern for Sam.]

Don't concern yourself with that. What matters is what's comfortable.

[he pushes his head into Edgeworth's hand, closing his eyes.]

Have you been feeling okay?

Yes.

[He slowly rubs Sam's ear between his fingers and offers him a small smile.]

I've taken precautions, so I'm still all right. With any luck, I'll be able to weather all of this with nothing worse than a bit of exhaustion and a healthy dose of gladness over having tended to others.

Good. [and he crawls forward until he's able to drop his head on Edgeworth's thigh. It's soft :[ ]

[Edgeworth doesn't so much as protest. He just keeps petting Sam.]

Are you feverish?

Feels like I could be. Hard to tell.

Well - what are your main symptoms?

Nausea. Got a... general achiness. Standin' for too long makes me dizzy. [he noses at Edgeworth's hand, licks it tentatively.]

I've some tea that helps with nausea. [He hesitates - ] Though - are you all right to drink non-water liquids in that form?

[he seems to consider it a moment, then - shifts back to human. He sits up, pausing to let a wave of dizziness pass before scooting back against the headboard] Better not to risk it.

Okay.

[Edgeworth's hand doesn't leave Sam's head, though. His brow is furrowed. He can't help but feel just a bit self-conscious, of course, with Sam naked, but...]

Just hold on a moment and I'll get it for you. Here -

[Gently, he lifts Sam up from the headboard and places a pillow behind his neck.]

[Sam readjusts, smiling to himself, his head still bowed into the man's touch] You'd be a great dad. I wonder if you knew that about yourself.

[how caring the lawyer is, he means.]

[That takes him by surprise, and he nearly jerks back. His expression is unguarded, sentimental, sorrowful, and hopeful.]

I, ah...

[He swallows, his brow furrowed, and finally manages to gather his thoughts.]

That's a...really kind thing to say, Sam.

S'true. You've got a carin' streak in you a mile wide. [closing his eyes. He still feels dizzy; he wants to sleep. He hopes he can take that image with him into dreams: Edgeworth open, touched, and vulnerable.]

[He swallows hard around the lump in his throat. He thinks for a moment - allows himself to think - what it would be like, to hold a child, to keep it safe, to care for it...Maybe with Sam at his side. He'd be a good father, too. Better, even, than Edgeworth...]

I should - make that tea.

[But he hesitates before he goes - and then pushes Sam's hair back, and leans down, and kisses him gently on the forehead.]

Mmhmm. [he's going to nod off at any moment; emptying his stomach took a lot out of him. And he can feel safe here, with Edgeworth.

But he's not so sleepy that he doesn't feel the man's warm lips on his forehead, nor so sneaky that he can hide the warm, honest smile it brings to his lips.]

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