[Red nods, rests a gentle hand on Blue's head for a moment before standing up and disappearing from the room to get get a glass of water. He returns with that and aspirin, crouching down again to hand it to the man, and then the hand is back in his hair, running lightly through it. Again, this is nothing too out of the ordinary - of course Red would always be concerned with making Blue feel comfortable, but this morning, the urge to have some form of contact with him is like a pull from a Magnemite. And it's not like Blue is pulling away either...
[Maybe it wasn't just a dream? Red's head circles around that thought a thousand times, making his stomach flip with either anxious nausea or Butterfrees - maybe both.]
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[Maybe it wasn't just a dream? Red's head circles around that thought a thousand times, making his stomach flip with either anxious nausea or Butterfrees - maybe both.]