[It took Richard a few moments to understand that he was feeling something. There was something heavy on his chest and something sticking in his back. Without opening his eyes, he went through a list of anything that was heavy and could have fallen on top of him when he'd dropped. There, surprisingly, wasn't anything.
Frowning, he shifted, carefully opening his eyes and pushing up to a seated position as the sleeping podcaster's upper torso seemed to move with him. When he looked down at Alex, glasses askew and bags as dark as the ones she had when he'd arrived, the frown deepened. He'd done this, or, the illness had.
A little voice of reason in the back of his mind pointed out that neither he nor Alex would do something like this. Not something that would make the other suffer. He chose to ignore it, deciding what had been the cause later.
Instead, he reached down, carefully removing Alex's glasses and setting them to the side. There were questions; how long was he asleep for, who found him, and did Stan ever receive those philosophy books, but they could wait until later. Until a time after Alex had rested a bit more.]
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Frowning, he shifted, carefully opening his eyes and pushing up to a seated position as the sleeping podcaster's upper torso seemed to move with him. When he looked down at Alex, glasses askew and bags as dark as the ones she had when he'd arrived, the frown deepened. He'd done this, or, the illness had.
A little voice of reason in the back of his mind pointed out that neither he nor Alex would do something like this. Not something that would make the other suffer. He chose to ignore it, deciding what had been the cause later.
Instead, he reached down, carefully removing Alex's glasses and setting them to the side. There were questions; how long was he asleep for, who found him, and did Stan ever receive those philosophy books, but they could wait until later. Until a time after Alex had rested a bit more.]