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Who: Rhys (

rhygret) & various
What: Rhys's infection reaches stage 2
When: mid-Oct
Where: various
Warning(s): Attempts to remove cybernetics

[ All things considered Rhys think he's been handling being sick rather well. Sure he might have worn Jyn's patience a little with his constantly asking for things (tissue, coffee, dinner, lunch, breakfast, snacks, fluffing his pillows...the usual) but he's spent the majority of his time in a lump on the couch not doing a whole lot. He hasn't been taxing himself outside of the Bunkers & Badasses game, and though the event leaves him utterly exhausted and coughing up a storm later he relents and spends the next day sleeping for the most part. he wakes feeling...not much better honestly, but surely the worst of it is almost over. It's been a week now. Any day he'll start feeling like himself and he'll be on the mend.

Then the static starts. At first it's just small instances of white noise in the back of his head. It disappears when he pops his ears or rubs at his temple, comes and goes. Then it makes him feel lightheaded and awful. There's a churning in his stomach and he sits down to rub his temples when the beginnings of a headache start to take hold. Rhys pops a painkiller and goes to bed in the hopes that he'll stave it off entirely and when he wakes up things will be back to normal.

They aren't. ]

A: Who are you again?

[ When Rhys wakes up he's beyond disoriented. He feels faint and dizzy, he hurts all over and he can't remember how he got on couch. Did he fall asleep there? Why does he feel so awful? He's going to be late for work--

That he should in no way whatsoever be going anywhere let alone to work fails to occur to Rhys as he stumbles back to his room to try and get ready, and he gets most of the way there. His hair isn't styled perfectly and his dress shirt isn't tucked in, but Rhys drags himself out of the apartment anyway and begins to stumble his way into town.

Like a responsible, totally-not-sick-and-delirious adult. ]

B: Jack's Back, Baby

[ People find him, they take him home, and Rhys gets put back in bed in thankfully short order. He conks out almost immediately but wakes only a few hours later when suddenly, inexplicably, Rhys jolts awake. He has no idea why he startles the way he does but his ECHO eye lights up and out of reflex he activates the palm like on his arm despite the fact that it's only midday. Something woke him...right? He's awake because there was...there was...?

There's nothing. Just an empty room and a lot of dirty clothes on the floor. He really needs

"--to straighten up the place, huh cupcake? There's letting yourself go and then there's just being lazy Rhys. Three-day-old underwear on the nightstand? Seriously?"

Rhys freezes for the split-second it takes for shock to set in and have him flailing out of bed, arms windmilling when his legs get tangled in the bed sheets and he lands with a loud whump! on the floor. Sharp, cruelly delighted laughter reaches his ears even before he lifts his head to stare wide-eyed in disbelief at the flickering blue image of an all-too-familiar AI standing before him. Colour drains from his face as he opens his mouth, but sound fails to come out.

Jack cuts him off a second later.

"If you're looking to catch a bunch of flies there are easier ways than with that face. What's the matter cupcake? Surprise to see your ol' pal Jack again?"

He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks with obvious pleasure at Rhys's distress. He shakes his head at the vision--this can't be real, this has to be a mistake. The spiders. He'd heard Jack's voice when they were nearby, there must be spiders--

"Seriously? You think a bunch of bugs are responsible for this?" ]

Th...this is impossible. You're not here. Y...you can't be, I...

[ "You what? Murdered me?" Jack's grin only widens. "You think getting rid of me is that easy? You think I didn't know you'd turn on me Rhysie?" ]

This isn't real.

[ "Oh, but it is Rhys. And this time? I'm here to stay."

One hour later and Rhys is stumbling into the streets of the housing distracting, dishevelled and a stricken look on his face as the stumbles down the stairs and into and nearby wall, knocking over a garbage can. He doesn't even stop to try and pick it up or pay anyone else any mind--he's already struggling to bolt from the area, his cybernetic hand twitching and jerking erratically as his organic one grips it in the closest thing Rhys has ever managed to a death grip. ]

Get out of my head--!

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[ A fresh mug of tea sits on the kitchen counter, made as soon as she entered the room only moments ago. As soon as Rhys' uneven steps near the door, Jyn is aware of another presence. Given his increasingly troublesome sickness, she doesn't expect it to be Rhys (Abelas had proved more resilient, presumably due to his abnormal abilities).

As soon as Rhys speaks, her brows arch. It's an odd hour, yes, far past the time when she should be reheating leftovers on the hob — but it isn't as if Jyn Erso acts predictably, is it? She keeps her attention on the food, not wanting to fuss over Rhys more than strictly necessary. It isn't difficult to muster a casual tone. Years of practice, after all. ]

Don't keep to a schedule, remember?

[ When called, Jyn goes. She works whatever hours suit each, individual job, with no two acquisitions proving alike. ]

[ Rhys's head supplies that as a con artist, naturally Sasha doesn't keep to a shift-like schedule. They'd taken turns on watch and driving during their adventures but it's not like that here in the city. She does...something. he doesn't remember, doesn't recall when she woke or how long she's been here, but those details escape him entirely as he brings a hand up to run through his hair and only really skims the tips of his fingers through it, his coordination off. ]

Oh...right. Yeah, no I...forgot. I think? My head's a liiiittle...yeah.

[ As if she hasn't noticed. Or anything. All Rhys notices is that she doesn't seem displeased to see him, and that's what he cares about most right now. ]

Is Fiona around...?

[ Jyn cycles through all the names that she knows or has heard of in Olympia. No Fiona's to speak of, as far as she can recall. As she turns to face him, her mouth curves into a frown, and her brows furrow. Her gaze flickers over him, attempting to read his expression. ]

No. [ canting her head. ] Was she meant to be?

[ maybe she's coming to visit Rhys?? ]

[ Rhys shrugs as he slowly (carefully) stumbles his way over across the kitchen to lean against the counter near her. Nearer than he generally choose to actually, considering in most cases Rhys has learned to give Jyn her space and allow her to come near on her own terms.

The look he fixes her with is fond and fatigued, maybe a little more reserved than she's used to seeing from him. Mostly he looks...relieved. To see her. ]

I don't know. You guys are usually together. I just figured...

[ he shrugs again, gaze falling to one of her shoulders, you know in that staring sort of way when you get lost in thought and lose focus? That. ]

[ Confusion colours her features. Jyn considers herself relatively attuned to Rhys' expressions and accompanying moods by now — and this one doesn't seem fitting. Without warning, she closes the gap between them to place her hand on his forehead. ]

You're being weird.

[ meant more as an observation than as an insult. ]

[ It's clearly not what he expects. Even with his reaction delayed just a second more than normal he looks surprised and...flustered? But pleased, and he actually leans into her much cooler hand. His face is warm with the heat of his fever and his temple port runs a little hotter than normal as a result.

He clears his throat once he recovers, trying to play it off even if there's a smile tugging at his mouth. ]

Wh, what? Come on. It's not that...weird. You're being weird. I'm totally fine.

[ She slides her finger over his skin, concerned by the warmth blossoming there. Then he leans into the touch, and she's once again struck by how soft he is when he's ill (and how she doesn't mind it).

Anyway. Looking up at him now, she can tell there's still something off, even if the exact difference is difficult to surmise. After a moment, she drops her hand. ]

I don't know anyone named Fiona, so.

[ so that's weird. ]

[ Rhys wavers in the wake of her hand gone, unconsciously trying to follow it for just that split-instant. He blinks a few times, confused first by the sudden absence and then her words that follow. ]

I, uh...can't really tell if you're joking or not. Sorry?

[ Rhys brings a hand up through his hair, resisting the urge to reach out to her. ]

You're not still mad about...before, are you? I would get if you were.

[ Okay, Rhys obviously isn't firing on all cylinders. His reactions are too delayed, and his questions make less sense with every passing moment. There's a tightness to Jyn's features, far from her customary neutrality. ]

I'm not mad. [ She gives him a once-over before deciding how to proceed. ] You should go back to bed.

Right... I have been a little. Off.

[ Rhys gestures with one hand, but doing so for some reason puts him off-balance and he winds up stumbling back into the counter a little. It startles him visibly but he tries to play it off with a weak, shallow laugh as he grips the edge of the counter. ]

M, maybe more than "a little", heh...

[ Her eyes sharpen, intently focused on him. She lifts her hand again to brace it on his flesh arm. Her grip speaks of surprising strength, despite their height difference. ]

Rhys. [ Again, she moves into his space, peering up at him from as close as she can manage without pressing against him. Softly — ] Easy now. Don't push yourself.

[ It's closer than Sasha usually tends to let him get, and dizzy spell or not Rhys feels his heart pick up just that little bit extra. Before he knows it he's holding his breath and looking down at her, a warmth flushing his neck and chest that only marginally has to do with his fever as he clears his throat and curls his fingers tighter around the edge of the counter top. ]

I'm uh...I-I'm fine.

[ She notes the warmth, recalling the way he looked when she hugged him not so long ago. Her frown sharpens. ]

You don't have to pretend.

[ Not when she trusts him — when she told him her name and chose him as someone to remain close. It's stupid. ]

[ It's stupid yes but he also just doesn't want to worry her. he knows he wants to be different, not to hide things from Sasha like he did Jack. He wants to be someone more honest who she'll like. Who's...you know, better than he generally is.

he tries to downplay that though, and offers a weak laugh. ]

H-hey, come on...I'm going to start thinking you're worried about me if you keep this up.

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