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om_mainThe morning after the full moon, Remus drags himself back home to his roommate and an overnight guest.
By the time Remus made it back to his room the morning after the full moon, he felt about ready to collapse. He didn't have any new gashes this time at least; the only signs of harm he'd done himself the night before were bloody tips of his fingers, where he assumed he'd been clawing at the walls or something. Still, better than clawing at himself.
He ached all over, as usual, and when he pushed open the door and stumbled in, he let out a little moan of discomfort... before noticing that Eames' bed was not only full of him, but someone else as well.
"I - I'm sorry," he said immediately, sagging a little against the door.
Arthur jolted awake the second he heard the door open, only to settle a little at the sight of Eames' roommate. Not even sharing a room of his own had quite broken him of that habit. "It's..." he murmured around a slight yawn, only to trail off as he actually got a good look at Remus. "Are you okay?" He asked as he sat up, apparently unconcerned about waking Eames. At least they were both still dressed.
Eames tightened his arm around Arthur, making a sleepy, disapproving sound. He did stir, albeit slowly. "What's...?" He squinted past Arthur and saw Remus, then struggled to wake more fully. "Sweetheart, you okay?"
"I'm... okay, I just need..." Remus winced as he moved towards his own bed. "I just need to lay down." Normally with Arthur there he might offer to leave, but... yeah. No.
It got a deeply skeptical eyebrow out of Arthur, but honestly he didn't know Remus well enough to force the issue. Though he did toss Eames a look that said he had better try.
"I should probably go anyway," he said evenly, and moved to slide out of bed.
Eames sat up. He caught Arthur's hand before he moved too far away and leaned to kiss his shoulder. "See you later," he murmured.
"Sorry to wake you..." Remus offered weakly as he sank onto his own bed. He was wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing the night before - he'd taken them off when he'd gotten into the containment room.
"I should probably thank you," Arthur countered, a little wry. "He'd let me sleep through class if he could." In spite of that, he leaned over to press a short kiss on Eames' mouth and ineffectively tried to comb his hair into order with one hand as he stood.
"Feel better," he told Remus, regardless of what he insisted, and quietly slipped out of the room.
Eames watched Arthur go and then admitted. "He's completely right. I would have let him sleep through his first class, and then he would have been cranky. Want some tea love? Or cocoa? Or painkillers, or anything?"
Remus mumbled something incomprehensible, and then kicked his shoes off with another wince. "No class for me today," he murmured. "This isn't too bad though, it could be worse."
Eames had a light load on Fridays so he could hang around a bit longer. "I'm glad it wasn't worst," he said. "You want to hibernate for a while?"
"I guess so," mumbled Remus as he settled onto his back on the bed. Getting out of his clothes seemed like too much effort. "I'm just sore all over, and despite not remembering the last ten hours or so, I feel like I haven't slept in a week."
"Think a hot water bottle might help?"
"Maybe?" Remus honestly had no idea. He wasn't really used to having someone take care of him, after.
Eames fumbled out of bed. "Alright, you hang tight. I'll grab you something. I'll get some food that'll keep fine by your bedside so you can drowse until you feel up to getting up."
It was on the tip of Remus' tongue to protest - it was just in his nature to not want people to go to trouble for him - but he couldn't seem to muster the energy. "You're nice," he sighed instead, and curled up a little on the bed.
Eames trotted to his bedside and stroked Remus' hair very gently. "Hang tight, sweetheart. I'll be back in a bit."
Remus sighed softly at being petted - clearly he found that pleasant - and closed his eyes.
By the time Remus made it back to his room the morning after the full moon, he felt about ready to collapse. He didn't have any new gashes this time at least; the only signs of harm he'd done himself the night before were bloody tips of his fingers, where he assumed he'd been clawing at the walls or something. Still, better than clawing at himself.
He ached all over, as usual, and when he pushed open the door and stumbled in, he let out a little moan of discomfort... before noticing that Eames' bed was not only full of him, but someone else as well.
"I - I'm sorry," he said immediately, sagging a little against the door.
Arthur jolted awake the second he heard the door open, only to settle a little at the sight of Eames' roommate. Not even sharing a room of his own had quite broken him of that habit. "It's..." he murmured around a slight yawn, only to trail off as he actually got a good look at Remus. "Are you okay?" He asked as he sat up, apparently unconcerned about waking Eames. At least they were both still dressed.
Eames tightened his arm around Arthur, making a sleepy, disapproving sound. He did stir, albeit slowly. "What's...?" He squinted past Arthur and saw Remus, then struggled to wake more fully. "Sweetheart, you okay?"
"I'm... okay, I just need..." Remus winced as he moved towards his own bed. "I just need to lay down." Normally with Arthur there he might offer to leave, but... yeah. No.
It got a deeply skeptical eyebrow out of Arthur, but honestly he didn't know Remus well enough to force the issue. Though he did toss Eames a look that said he had better try.
"I should probably go anyway," he said evenly, and moved to slide out of bed.
Eames sat up. He caught Arthur's hand before he moved too far away and leaned to kiss his shoulder. "See you later," he murmured.
"Sorry to wake you..." Remus offered weakly as he sank onto his own bed. He was wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing the night before - he'd taken them off when he'd gotten into the containment room.
"I should probably thank you," Arthur countered, a little wry. "He'd let me sleep through class if he could." In spite of that, he leaned over to press a short kiss on Eames' mouth and ineffectively tried to comb his hair into order with one hand as he stood.
"Feel better," he told Remus, regardless of what he insisted, and quietly slipped out of the room.
Eames watched Arthur go and then admitted. "He's completely right. I would have let him sleep through his first class, and then he would have been cranky. Want some tea love? Or cocoa? Or painkillers, or anything?"
Remus mumbled something incomprehensible, and then kicked his shoes off with another wince. "No class for me today," he murmured. "This isn't too bad though, it could be worse."
Eames had a light load on Fridays so he could hang around a bit longer. "I'm glad it wasn't worst," he said. "You want to hibernate for a while?"
"I guess so," mumbled Remus as he settled onto his back on the bed. Getting out of his clothes seemed like too much effort. "I'm just sore all over, and despite not remembering the last ten hours or so, I feel like I haven't slept in a week."
"Think a hot water bottle might help?"
"Maybe?" Remus honestly had no idea. He wasn't really used to having someone take care of him, after.
Eames fumbled out of bed. "Alright, you hang tight. I'll grab you something. I'll get some food that'll keep fine by your bedside so you can drowse until you feel up to getting up."
It was on the tip of Remus' tongue to protest - it was just in his nature to not want people to go to trouble for him - but he couldn't seem to muster the energy. "You're nice," he sighed instead, and curled up a little on the bed.
Eames trotted to his bedside and stroked Remus' hair very gently. "Hang tight, sweetheart. I'll be back in a bit."
Remus sighed softly at being petted - clearly he found that pleasant - and closed his eyes.
