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[underwhelms]

Who: Jean-Jacques Leroy (underwhelms) & his entourage
What: Explosion and sickness stuff.
When: October.
Where: Olympia & Wyver
Warning(s): N/A

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[baguablade]

I... yes. [ Laughter in his voice, and Cain, despite the pain in his arm, lifts his hand to pat JJ's head. ] It's going to be okay, that's right.

[ He's bleeding, but sluggishly, not enough that he has to worry about blood loss soon, after all. And it's funny, adorable really, that JJ who can barely stand on his own, who's leaning on him for balance, is telling him that it's going to be okay. If anyone should be worrying, it's Cain. JJ only seems to be getting worse, if the way he's hugging Cain is any indication. ]

I'm not cold at all now, actually. Thanks, you're very warm. [ Wry, teasing, and he shifts, trying to get JJ to put an arm around his shoulders instead of a hug. ] But we should still probably get you home.

[underwhelms]

I was on my way to the clinic. [ JJ mumbles into the fabric of Cain's shoulder.

It's true. The symptoms of the illness were becoming a bit too much for him to bear, the coughing and nausea getting in the way of his ability to sleep, giving him the motivation to charge out of his apartment in the middle of the night out of pure frustration.

But the truth works in his favour in more ways than one, a sly smile spreading across his face as he tilts his head slightly to direct it at Cain. ]

So I guess you'll have to get your arm checked out anyway.

[ It all worked out in the end, didn't it? ]

[baguablade]

[ A brief moment of silence before Cain lets out a startled huff of laughter, his breath close enough to ruffle JJs' hair, warm against the shell of JJ's ear. ]

Well, since that's where you were going anyway... [ His voice is dry, but a little admiring. He's giving in, not even going to try to argue. Cain knows when he's been beaten, and JJ's outmaneuvered him quite neatly here. ] You're a sneak, you know that?

[ A sneaky sneak who's using his own illness against Cain, and there's nothing Cain can do to that. He certainly isn't about to let JJ wander through the streets alone, after all. ]

[underwhelms]

[ JJ had been doing nothing but being honest, but he's happy to soak up the praise, quite liking the way that he comes across as this mastermind.

Which is why his eyes are positively sparkling when he straightens up again, though it comfortable to lean against Cain, warm and sturdy against JJ's loose limbed form. ]

I'm more than a pretty face.

[ His grin stretches wider at that, and he gives Cain a playful wink before pulling away, his energy—coming and going—having returned for the moment. Or at least, he has enough that he can walk to clinic without needing Cain to carry him. ]

But come on tough guy. [ His arm winds around Cain's shoulder, and he gives him a friendly pat. ] Let's get you checked out.